She roamed the streets of London at night, in a black cloak with a piece of paper in her hand. It was a list of names. All the names of the people who she needed to collect souls from since they somehow survived their previous fate. Of course she brought attention to the matter because people were dying, but the autopsies showed no reason for death. She scanned the paper for the next name. Cora Wright. The young woman hunted down the girl much like a fox would to a rabbit, but instead her intention was to collect Cora's soul rather than use her as a food source. She did the same with the other names on the list, spacing out each decaying dead body to be found in the morning.
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The Night Phantom
Short StoryIf you are reading this, please respect my privacy and refrain from turning any more pages in my journal unless I'm dead or gave you permission. Most likely I'll be dead before I let anyone read this, so just put it back where your found it, if I am...
