Last December, a local couple went on a date to a trendy restaurant near their house in Silverlake. They vented about work, bad drivers, and noisy neighbors over a carafe of house wine and plates of glistening chicken and noodles. After a couple of hours, they left the restaurant holding hands, feeling closer than ever. It was later than they thought – past the witching hour, and they had to walk a couple of blocks to their car. Dazed and sedated by the wine and salty food, they did not notice the eerie figures hanging out on the corner…until it was too late.