Hawkling Street
{author's note}
Dear reader,
If you cannot handle the horrors that I will tell you, please cease reading immediately. In this literary work, I have removed names to protect the deceased. I will never give these up. Nor will I ever, ever disclose the location of Hawkling Street solely for your protection. I ask you PLEASE, under no circumstances, attempt to research Hawkling Street. Again, this is for your protection. For those continuing on, spread these words: Beware the abomination that is Hawkling Street. Good luck.
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Exhalations turn to steam as the woman struggles to breathe in the cold night air. She seems not to notice the clock striking dusk. Seemingly oblivious to her current location, she treads onward. Still, her pursuer follows.
Scurries are heard around corners. Every dark alley contains unspeakable horrors. The woman still knows nothing of her fatal mistake.
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she shrieks and jerks her head around, but sees nothing but oblivion. Quickening her pace, the wind comes to a dead stop. The street lights flicker and many pop with the audio equivalent of a gunshot. Fog surrounds her. She stops running and collapses into a bawling heap.
A shadow replaces her own. Daring to take a glance, the woman becomes face-to-face with her greatest horror. Being lifted by her now crushed windpipe, a demon drags her down, down to the sewers. The demon makes a horrible screeching sound, which triggers the arrival of what seems to be the demon's offspring. The woman has only a few seconds to think before little fangs tear open her petite flesh, forcing an unneeded view of her own organs. Screams turn to bloody gurgles, eventually to silence. The offspring eat well. The demon summons his brethren to once again feast on the ignorant road walkers. The woman was never heard from again.
Once more, heed my cry; beware the horrors of Hawkling Street.