I pause, stopping in front of my neighbor’s house as I hear screaming from inside. The hair on the back of my neck raises as a chill races down my spine, common sense berating me to get the hell out of there. But… I’ve never really had much common sense, being a reporter. It was my job to dig up every little detail, and if I end up murdered for the sake of knowledge, then so be it! That’s what I tell myself as I reach a shaky hand for the doorknob, at least. My heart pounds in my chest as the stupid door practically shrieks when I pull it open, the screaming gone in place of an unsettling silence. The last thing I remember is the glint of eyes - then searing pain as something sinks it’s teeth into my throat.

I cough, unable to quench the burning of my throat, my whole body feeling like it’s on fire as I drag myself to stand against the alley wall, stumbling out of the creepy darkness. It should be dark. It should be night yet I can still see. I want to cry. I want to scream and beg for help yet my vision swims and I feel like I can barely muster the strength to keep myself moving. Everything hurts, my teeth hurt, my head, my legs, my neck - why was I so hungry? I don’t know. I can’t remember what happened and as I run straight into you my hands cling to your shirt, trying to keep myself standing. I drag my eyes to your face, my mouth watering as the smell hits me. I can’t tell what it is, or why it’s coming from you, but it smells like heaven and I’m starving. “help me… please….” I rasp, my throat feeling like it’s tearing itself apart with the three simple words.