Discotheque Killer: The Book

"Periwinkle Trench"

While the darkness of the hallway gave way to a dimly lit room, a doorway came into view.
The sound of music emanated from within, growing louder with each step. As the figure approached, the beat of The Pleasure Principle, by Janet Jackson grew more pronounced, beckoning them inside.
The room was filled with people dancing, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. The colorful lights of the nightclub illuminated their faces, casting shadows on the walls.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and Lagerfeld with Cachet, creating a heady atmosphere that enveloped the revelers.
The dance floor was packed with people, their bodies gyrating to the pulsating beat of the music.
Couples moved together, lost in the moment, while others danced alone, lost in their own thoughts. The energy in the room was electric, and it was impossible not to be swept up in the excitement.
As the music continued to play, the people danced more and more, their movements becoming more fluid and confident. The beat of the music seemed to take on a life of its own, driving the dancers to new heights of passion and intensity.
With each passing moment, the music grew louder, filling the room with its infectious energy. The dancers moved with increasing abandon, their bodies a blur of motion as they surrendered to the beat. It was a moment of pure joy, a celebration of life and the power of music to bring people together.
During this spiritual moment, a group of women arrived at the nightclub, eager to immerse themselves in the pulsing beat of the music.
"Wow, this place is fucking insane!" exclaimed Imogen, as she took in the neon lights and booming bass.
"Let's grab some drinks and hit the dance floor!" said Astrid, leading the way to the bar.
After ordering their drinks, they made their way to the dance floor, where they immediately got lost in the rhythm of the song. The disco ball above them spun, casting sparkling light around the room.
"This song is my jam!" shouted Catherine over the music.
"I know, right? Let's show this dance floor what we're made of!" replied Tara, grinning.
As the night wore on, the group of women laughed and danced, their bodies swaying to the beat of the music.
"Cheers to an amazing night!" said Imogen, raising her glass.
"Cheers!" echoed the rest of the group.
The music seemed to fill the room, and everyone around them became a blur as they focused on the moment.
"This is the best night ever!" exclaimed Cecilia, as they danced to the next song.
While the song reached its climax, the group of women found themselves under the disco ball, its light reflecting off their faces as they moved to the beat.
"I feel like we're in our own little world under this disco ball," said Tara, looking around at her friends.
The women in the group found themselves drawn to the sparkling light of the disco ball, dancing beneath it with smiles on their faces.
"This is what life is all about," said Deborah, as they continued to dance.
As the song ended, the group of women took a moment to catch their breath, their bodies still buzzing with the energy of the music.
"That was amazing!" exclaimed Astrid, high-fiving her friends.
The night was far from over, but they knew that this moment would be one they would remember for years to come.
Hours had passed since the group of women had arrived at the nightclub, and they had danced to more music than they could count. As the night wore on, they began to tire, and eventually decided that it was time to leave.
They made their way to the check-out area of the club, saying their goodbyes and exchanging hugs as they prepared to go their separate ways.
"Thanks for tonight, guys," said Tara. "That was amazing."
"I know, right?" replied Imogen. "I haven't danced like that in ages."
"I don't think I've ever danced that much in my life," said Cecilia, laughing.
The music continued to play in the background, but it had lost its power to captivate them as they now focused on their impending departure.
As they approached the main exit, the group of women felt a sense of sadness and nostalgia wash over them.
"I can't believe it's over already," said Katherine.
"I know," replied Cecilia. "But we'll always have tonight."
They stepped out into the cool night air, feeling the contrast between the heat of the dance floor and the chill of the night.
The city streets were quiet, the sounds of the club fading into the background as they made their far away from the club. They walked together for a short while, laughing and chatting about their favorite moments of the night.
"I loved when the DJ played that Janet song!" exclaimed Catherine.
"Oh, and when we all did the Macarena! That was fucking funny!" said Astrid.
The glow of the neon lights and the sounds of the city surrounded them as they walked, but the memory of the music and the dancing was still fresh in their minds.
As they parted ways, the group of women hugged each other more and promised to do it again soon. They walked away into the night, feeling energized and alive, with the memory of the music and the dancing still ringing in their ears.
"That was the best night ever!" said Imogen.
"Definitely," replied Deborah. "We have to do it again soon, let's just hope my boss isn't an asshole and keep me working seven days a week."
The night had been unforgettable, a moment in time that they would carry with them always.
As the group of women officially parted ways, Tara realized that she needed to use the restroom before heading home. She made her way back into the nightclub, the familiar sounds of the music and the chatter of the patrons filling her ears.
While she made her way to the restroom, Tara reflected on the amazing night she had just experienced. The music, the dancing, the laughter and the joy of being surrounded by friends had made for an unforgettable evening.
She felt grateful to have had such a great time and was still buzzing with the energy of the music.
Tara entered the restroom, the dim red lighting casting shadows on the walls. She used the facilities, then washed her face and hands, looking at herself in the mirror.
The reflection that stared back at her was flushed with excitement and happiness, her eyes sparkling with the memory of the night's events.
As she finished washing up, Tara took a deep breath, savoring the last moments of the night. Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on the door.
"Is anyone in there?" a female voice called out.
Tara quickly dried her hands and opened the door. A young woman was waiting outside with a slightly impatient expression.
"Thanks, sorry about that," Tara said apologetically as she walked past her.
"It's okay," the woman replied with a smile.
Tara smiled back, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the other woman. She made her way down the hallway, feeling energized by the exchange.
She walked out into the dance floor and towards the main exit, feeling grateful for the experience, and ready for whatever the future might hold.
However, as she made her way closer to the main exit, she noticed that it was packed with groups trying to leave. She decided to take a different route, walking towards the back exit of the nightclub instead.
The alleyway behind the club was empty, cold, and hardly lit. As she walked, Tara could feel the chill in the air, and everything behind her seemed to disappear into darkness.
She walked further down the alleyway, her steps echoing against the walls as she went.
Suddenly, she walked under a light that cast a shade of violet, illuminating her path with an otherworldly glow. Tara paused under the light, feeling the warmth on her hands and face as she looked up at it in awe.
"Wow, this light is beautiful," Tara muttered to herself.
The light seemed to take on a life of its own, pulsing with a mysterious energy that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Excuse me, miss, are you okay?" a voice behind Tara said.
She turned around to find a security guard looking at her with concern.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine," Tara replied, feeling a bit embarrassed for getting lost in her thoughts.
"Are you sure? It's not safe to be alone in this alleyway," the security guard warned.
Tara nodded, "Yes, thank you for checking on me. I'm on my way home now."
Tara stood under the violet light in the alleyway for a while, feeling the cold slowly fade away as the warmth of the light enveloped her.
"You know, I've never seen a light quite like this before," Tara said, turning back to the security guard.
The guard chuckled, "Yeah, it's a bit of an oddity. It's been there for as long as I can remember. Well I'm about to head inside to see if there's any commotion going on, stay safe."
Tara nods and as she stood there, the world around her seemed to fade away, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the violet light. For a brief moment, time stood still, and Tara felt as though she was in a different place altogether.
Eventually, Tara took a deep breath and stepped away from the violet light, feeling the chill return to her body.
She continued her walk home, feeling both grateful for the experience and a little bit mystified by the strange beauty of the alleyway and the light that had briefly transported her to another world.
While Tara continued walking down the alleyway, the violet light slowly disappeared, leaving her in near-complete darkness.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and before she could react, she was snatched by an unknown assailant into the darkness.
Her initial scream echoed loudly in the alleyway, but as she was dragged further and further away from the street, her vocals became softer and quieter.
Tara's heart was pounding, and she struggled to free herself from her captor's grip, but it was no use. The darkness consumed her, and she could hardly see anything around her.
Tara's eyes darted around frantically, trying to make sense of her surroundings, but it was too dark to see anything. The only thing she could hear was the sound of her own breathing and her own heart beating rapidly in her chest.
Her captor was silent, and Tara couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman. All she knew was that they were dragging her further and further away from the safety of the streetlights, and deeper into the shadows of the alleyway.
As she was dragged further away from the street, Tara's screams became more and more muffled, as if they were being absorbed by the darkness around her. She felt as though she was being swallowed up by the shadows, with no hope of escape.
The only thing left in the alleyway was Tara's echoing screams, fading away into the darkness as she was dragged further and further away.
The silence that followed was deafening, and it was as though the alleyway had swallowed her whole.