This happened one night, when the girl was still in sixth grade. In a quiet residential area, the girl encountered a "ghoul" for the first time in her life.
It was already late at night, and there was no one else around her except for the young ghoul. The ghoul, who was standing right beneath the streetlamp, stared at the girl standing about ten feet away. His hair was dark, his clothes were dark, his expression was dark...everything about him was dark, except for his bright-red eyes. And on his lips was fresh, red blood.
"Are you...a ghoul?" the girl asked. Of course she knew the answer. But those were the only words that came out of her mouth. Her hands became sweaty, and she gripped her backpack straps tight. Her heart beat faster and faster, louder and louder. She could not move her legs.
The girl's mind went blank.
I...am...dead, the three words came to her mind as she locked eyes with the ghoul.
After a while, the ghoul licked the blood off his lips. He then covered his mouth with a black, mask-like object and started walking towards her. She closed her eyes tight. She gripped her hands even tighter and scrunched up her shoulders. The footsteps came closer and closer, and then...stopped.
The ghoul sighed and said, "It doesn't feel right..." Then, he just walked past her.
The footsteps gradually became smaller. The girl opened her eyes. She couldn't understand what had just happened. Her heartbeat began to slow down and became quieter. And, in a barely audible voice, she asked, "You're not going to...kill me?" But there was no answer.
When she turned around, there was already no sight of the ghoul.