You were out, walking in the streets, alone at night. The street lights flickered above your head as you made your way back to your house.

No one else was out at this time. Or so you thought.

You felt a hand on your arm from behind and the next thing you know, you’re pinned down onto the hard ground. Your eyes widened at the sight of the pale man, now on top of you. His eyes were full of hunger.

“What are you doing out here, little one?” He murmured, his hand finding its way to your neck.