'Do you ever get this feeling that you're being watched? Well I do all the time. Sorry I didn't explain myself properly. My names Lacey and I'm not the most usual of characters. My long red straight hair flows over my shoulders and I have piercing green eyes which some of my friends say stare into the pits of their souls. Anyway continuing with my statement I do feel like I'm being watched and not just like that phobia where you are scared a duck is watching you all the time but actually as if you are being stared at. As if they are actually purposely staring at you. Their eyes watching you, analysing every your move. Judging each tiny action you make.' This was Laceys biggest fear all panic rushing though her head imagining...

As Lacey brushed her silky hair little did she knew though that all her worries were true as there leaning against the apple tree in her garden a dark figure stood with a hood up. He pulled his hood down to reveal a pair of gleaming red eyes and below 2 sharp bloodthirsty fangs!