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"Hello,"
I called to the shadow that was moving in the dark alleyway I had been walking through.
"Can you hear me?" I asked.
The shadow flew past my eyes but disappeared like lightning.
"Do you need help?" I called again.
Out of nowhere, I was thrown against a wall. I felt my neck being forced back.
There was no escape.
I felt too sharp needles puncture my neck, and it felt like someone or something was draining my blood. Unconscious, I fell to the floor.
I woke three hours later.
I was hungry, not for food; I needed blood.
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Carol Ann Townend
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