I'm gonna jump straight to the story. No crap, no dedication, no bullshit.
Here goes nothing.
The raindrops falling onto the sidewalk made a rhythmic sound, a repetition that tricked her mind into thinking she was safe.
She wasn't.
The clouds in the night sky covered the moon, the only light illuminating her path was a distant streetlamp. Mobile in hand, the girl walked swiftly to a house, and with a purpose only she knew, started knocking on the door hurriedly. She didn't say anything, just kept frantically knocking on the door, the intensity and urgency growing as she started to panic.
Finally she stopped and walked hurriedly in the opposite direction.
It could hear her footsteps as loud as a cymbal. It was a disturbance in the shadows, a swirl of darkness not meant to be there. It silently stalked her from its place in the night. It was living, but in a gruesome sort of way. To be living in such a cursed form is a bane, not a boon.
She seemed to be moving towards the solitary streetlamp at the end of the street, beyond which there seemed a looming mass of emptiness. She started mumbling to herself, and the streetlamp seemed to get dimmer every time she took a step towards it, until it went out.
It sensed its oppurtunity, and floated from its sanctuary into the turf of emptiness that was a street in her world. Its prey, gleaming in the enveloping darkness, was shivering, panicky, jittery, and terrified out of her mind. It savoured the moment, and then glided beside her.
The girl started to shiver uncontrollably, her limbs twitching like an epileptic having a violent seizure. Her face contorted into one of pain, and her eyeballs rolled up into their sockets. The creature revelled in its victim's pain, and a wave of euphoria swept across it. The girl collapsed onto the cold, hard, wet ground, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
A group of people came out from the nothingness beyond the streetlamp, all wearing black hoods, faces obscured by them. They started whispering, and though inaudible to any human not within a hair's breadth, the creature seemed to understand what the throng of mysterious people were so urgently discussing.
A member of the group pointed to the body, which was within a few paces of the creature. The group quickly advanced towards the corpse of the girl, and surprisingly, the creature made no attempt to conceal itself, or retreat to its sanctuary. Instead, it metamorphisized into something else. It seemed to be a young woman, and he took out a black cloth out of his satchel, and in a single gesture, swept the dark garment onto his head.
She went and lied down next to the young girl's body, and a member of the group came and recited a few words over the two bodies. If an observer was to observe the two bodies, one would see that they both had the same features, only the victim was a few years older.
A swirling mist emerged from beyond the lampost, and enveloped the two bodies, obscuring them from view. After what seemed like eternity, the mist crumbled into dust and fell onto the ground. By now, it had stopped raining and the group had dispersed. The dust was white, and formed an outline of a singular body on the concrete. A police tape encapsulated a small area of the street, and people emerged from their houses and, their interests piqued, asked the officers what had happened. The officer's proclaimed that a suicide had occured, but they were still investigating. A solitary girl went unnoticed in the throng, and a smile creeped across her face. She turned her back, and with a swish of a cloak magicked herself away to paradise.
