Pitch
I snuck through the town, closing in on a group of boys, making the light above them flicker out. They looked up, unaffected. I slid into the alley behind them, rustling the bins and scratching the wall, the sound sending slight shivers through me.
I sighed, contently, feeling their fear fill me. "Delicious," I laughed, excitedly. "It's good to see some people still frighten easy." I walked past them, smugly, making them cry out, terrified. "Good evening, boys." I grinned, breathing in their fear.
They ran away, screaming loudly, making me laugh, eagerly. "It's good to be back!" I cried, slipping into the shadows, to find another unsuspecting victim.
