As Mrs. Williams stepped out into the engulfing darkness of the wrong side of midnight, her heart thudded with adrenalaine. She moved swiftly through the eerie silence, purple lipstick shining under artificial light. Her woolen gloves, however, were not there to warm, but to conceal. Could she be spotted? Would her secrets, hidden away from all, now be exposed? Fear overwhelmed her senses as she felt a hand grab her shoulder. Was it too late? Had her illness been discovered? "Sh liberal strides and straight-ahead gaze, the sound of soft laughter suddenly froze her blood. Call it intuition, paranormal influence, or a warning of terrible things yet to come - it was gone when she turned. She exhaled, heart started to calm. But why did she hear noise drift from Dr. marker's clinic? She crept on tiptoe, her heels firmly against the cold pavement. As she approached the office, shadowy giants cast eerie demonic silhouettes against the walls. Was a monster waiting behind the door? Inside, she saw him - poor Dr. marker - his dignity taken from him by death. Blood, her own! Her screams were heard by none other than herself. The world had exploded in action yet gone silent... no time to escape, nowhere to run. Panic struck as she felt the power of an icy shovel fabulous against her throat. This was not possible. She was dead already when the second blows crushed her skull. - Anonymous.