I could see the entire way down the dirty and grimy backstreet of London - yet I felt blinded by the darkness that seemed to seep through my imagination into realife. Fear was amognst my biggest worries. My sleek long blonde hair blew in different directions in the bitter wind, as I briskly tried to escape the sinister alley.
"Hello there" a husky voice said from what seemed to be beside me.
An icy cold shiver crawled down my spine. My brisk walk soon transfered into a run, as I wondered wether the voice was in my head or if I was in serious trouble.
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General Fictionwhen a girl is murdered in london, she finds it hard to let go so has some fun with her murderer
