Am I Pretty? #TNTHorrorContest

The Walk, The Moon, and Kuchisake-Onna

I walk down the partially crowded streets going against the breeze as if it's trying to force me back. I look at the moon and stars overhead shining down on me the same as nearly an hour before. It's funny how so much can happen in so little time, and how things elsewhere can just stay the same, unchanged forever. I draw my jacket tighter around me and dig my hands into my pockets. My dress is very thin and the temperature has dropped since I walked Liya back to the hotel. All around are brightly lit gift shops and restaurants. I look around the street trying to find the little shop that sold all things for tourists, including basic necessities where I could actually read the packaging. To my left is a ramen shop and across the street to my right was a McDonald's. I see a young woman in a dark grey trench coat, with long black hair spilling down her back, and a white surgical mask flowered with red. She's standing there facing me from all the way across the street, past the speeding taxis, and yet I can see her black eyes boring into my soul, creeping the hell out of me.

I continue to walk up the street searching for the general store, but my senses are more aware than ever. The reviews for this area on Travelocity mentioned that some of the neighboring kids and teens liked to walk around scaring tourists by jumping out of alleyways, standing on corners, etc. All that creepy and weird stuff that leads to someone getting the shit beat out of them. I'm more than willing, some kid got us real good our first night here, but I'm prepared for a round two, just in case. Pepper spray and my reputation for fighting and winning. I see the turquoise and gold neon sign sticking out from the side of the building and I walk towards it. The door won't budge, a little sign says 8 - 23 o'clock in military time. Before I can even turn to go, the shop's lights go out, every single one. I'm surrounded in darkness with nothing but the moon as witness. A sharp shiver goes up my spine as I hear a raspy voice whispering behind me.

I turn around slowly reaching for my pepper spray as I go. Behind me stands the same girl who was in front of the McDonald's. She stands there still as a statue her head bent down and her long silky black hair covering her face. She rasps until she lifts her head revealing large slanted black eyes. Her skin is pale as the moon itself, and the cloth of the surgical mask she wore extends all the way up to her ears. I look closer, her mask doesn't have red flowers on it as I had thought. It was blood splatters dripping from the inside out.

"Kuchisake-onna..." she says hoarsely. She rasps as if she was an old lady who smoked too much and was on the brink of death, or more like she was coming back from the dead. I am beyond creeped out, I'm scared shitless! I try to run past her, and before I could get away she is in front of me as if she had dissolved from one spot and solidified into another. Damn it! What happened to all the people on the street? She makes a croaking noise and speaks in English this time.

"Am I pretty?" She looked up at me with those huge coal like eyes and sorely breathed. My knees start quaking. Fear jumps out of the warmest places of my soul and attacks. Tears sting my eyes blurring my vision. What did I get myself into? How do I get out of this? I take a shaky breath and wipe my eyes, stuttering.