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| Hull Old Town Creepy Alley 1 by Two Boxes |
She hides in the shadows, waiting. Occasionally, people pass her hiding
place. Still she waits. Then she hears it, the perfect step. A man’s tread approaching the alley in the
slow heavy foot fall of a man who is confidant in his security, even on a
deserted street not long after the bells have rung the midnight hour. She lets a moan escape her lips. He must have caught the slight sound because
he pauses. A whimper, quieter now that
she knows she has his attention.
He takes the last few steps into the mouth of the alley,
calling as his eyes sweep inside, “Anyone there? Are you okay?”
She smiles; he is caught.
In a pitifully weak voice, she lures him, “Please, help me.” He steps into the alley, not far enough, not
yet.
“Where are you?”
“Please,” she hates women who sound so pitiful, and the men
who encourage them, “please, I’m back here.”
A few more steps as he continues to search for her. She won’t make him wait much longer,
one…more…step… She sidles out of her
corner. Always courteous, she says
“Thank you.” He manages to register her
gorgeous figure, pale complexion, and pitiless eyes before she sinks elongated
fangs into his exposed neck.
Prompt here.
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