She was coming home from a fun night of dancing and partying.
She was proud of herself: she hadn't had a single thing to drink and yet she still managed to totally and completely get Mark out of her mind, even for a short time.
Now, here she was.
She was almost to her care. But it was when she was was walking down the alley, that was when she felt it. That eerie presence as if someone was watching her. She paused. She looked.
"No," she thought. "I must be getting paranoid." But the mood of the night had shifter. No longer was it a cool, clear, brezzy night. Clouds now covered the moon and the moonlight that once illuminated her path had all but vanished. Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.
She paused again.
And that when she felt them. Those cold, clammy hands on her bare, freckled shoulders.
"You're mine now sweetheart."
