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The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
The ache in her spine was a constant reminder of her inability to proceed into a fight or flight mode should the situation call for it. she paused thoughtfully as she took another sip of the now lukewarm coffee and glanced out the window oncemore.
Were her eyes deceiving her she wondered
The mist seemed to follow a pattern and gradually began gathering itself into a form. She trembled, the back of her palm brushing the mug as she moved backwards into the the couch. There was a loud shatter. she jumped with a yelp but quickly realised the mug had fallen over. Sighing, she returned her eyes to the window which has been the major source of her fear this evening. Her eyes widened, the mist was gone, the lights were off.
"Hello little one" the soft but coarse voice came directly over her shoulder sending cold chills to every living part of her body, her legs were giving way and they quickly did as she stared at the refection in the mirror. fang like teeth and white crystalline eyes in a face that was the same whenever she looked in the mirror. The fangs sank deep in her neck, she passed out as the mist enclosed the room.

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