It was very dark. Angela peered along the empty street, wondering why all of the streetlamps were out. At ten o'clock at night, the streets were usually lit up as bright as daylight by the yellow electric lights. What made it worse though was that it was freezing. It was also raining, and the wind was blowing so hard that she did not want to risk taking her umbrella out, for fear it would turn inside out and snap. All of these factors led to a very wet, cold, and miserable Angela.

It was a long walk to the shelter where the sixteen-year-old girl spent most of her nights. Searching for a job was difficult and arduous, and often required her to wander Cardiff for the whole day. She had not, as of yet, succeeded in getting hired.

Angela turned the corner. Still no streetlamps. If only it were a full moon, she thought ruefully. Then I might be able to see where I'm going. She tripped over a crack in the pavement, stumbling and nearly falling flat on her face. She managed to regain her balance, but she had that sense of panic arise in her chest, that loss of control, made worse by the darkness. Breathing hard, and trying to tell herself that there was no point in being terrified, she wiped away a raindrop clinging to her eyelashes before it could fall and sting her eye. The wind blew even harder then, and it seemed to whisper something to her.

A sudden sense that she was being followed tore through Angela's mind. She whipped around fearfully. The street was empty, but Angela couldn't shake the feeling off. She walked a few more paces, and then broke out into a run. She tore along the nearly pitch-black street, panting, and then she rounded another corner and found herself in a dead end alleyway. Pressing her back against the damp stone wall, she leaned her head back, the rain falling onto her face, and she let out a sigh. She chastised herself for being so stupid. There was nothing there, idiot, she told herself. She closed her eyes, breathing hard.

Through her eyelids, a bright light pulsed out. Her eyes snapped open fearfully. The white glow was nearly blinding, and Angela squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden glare. She began to see the outline of a shape, coming at her through the shine. Trying to keep composed, she shrank back a little bit. "Who's that, then?" she called. The shape got a little more defined. It didn't look…normal. Angela watched apprehensively, trying to decide whether she should try to run.

Then, losing all of her composure, Angela began to scream. She fell down against the wall, soaking her legs on the wet concrete ground. Her hands flung over her face instinctively to protect her, but the thing kept coming, and the newly bright night turned back to pure black nothingness.


Yeah, I know, sorry, they aren't here yet, be patient please. It's just the first chapter; I'll post the next couple ASAP, and the team will be there, I promise.