Angelina Herron walked through her local grocer's parking lot carrying her bags, when someone put a hand on her shoulder. It was a man wearing a long, grey overcoat and a black bowler that covered his eyes in a shadow. "Miss," the man said, "You've dropped something." He handed her a long and shining dagger. She did not recognize this man and since she lived in rural Tennessee could call everyone in her town by name, this scared her. Then, she remembered a story on the news recently about a butcher, a county over, who was responsible for killing and EATING sixteen people. The parts he didn't eat he sold as steak and then escaped when the police showed up. She feared this might be the same man and jumped into her car, driving away without a second glance.Angelina Herron walked through her local grocer's parking lot carrying her bags, when someone put a hand on her shoulder. It was a man wearing a long, grey overcoat and a black bowler that covered his eyes in a shadow. "Miss," the man said, "You've dropped something." He handed her a long and shining dagger. She did not recognize this man and since she lived in rural Tennessee could call everyone in her town by name, this scared her. Then, she remembered a story on the news recently about a butcher, a county over, who was responsible for killing and EATING sixteen people. The parts he didn't eat he sold as steak and then escaped when the police showed up. She feared this might be the same man and jumped into her car, driving away without a second glance.
