Approaching Menace

I knew they were coming when the screaming started in the street.
Each scream stabbing terror into my soul.
Each scream gradually muffled, until silence.
The silence of death.

My neighbour’s screams told me I was next.

They are known by many names: to some, The Closing Cloths; to others, The Impending Flannels; yet more call them The Imminent Napkins.

My door opened slowly, followed by a barely audible swooshing.

They’re here.

The Nigh Towels.

My entry in the May 2020 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Night Owls
Genre: Weird Fiction