The shape

Startled by the racket from behind, Harper qasnt paying much attention to what was ahead of her, and collided head on with a bulking, wet form, the impact knocking her onto her ass into a puddle on the ground.

Darting up, her eyes came face to face with a ghastly figure.

"Oh my god, sorry, sorry," the masked man pleaded, very uncharacteristic of the visage he donned. Too relieved to be mad as the man removed his mask to reveal that it was nothing more than a halloween costume, Harper let out a deep sigh before picking herself up off the ground. The man had tried to help, but it seemed he was a little too intoxicated to be of much assistance.

"You scared the shit out of me," she offered in an attempt to diffuse the situation, even presenting an olive branch to the nervous man in the form of a **** laugh. Tonight just had her on edge.

After accepting his myriad of appologies, Harper quickly motioned to her bicycle and unlocked the chain, wasting no time in kicking off and cycling down the street. Her heart was still pumping it if anything, rhe adrenaline would see her home all the quicker.

Back in the alleyway, the man dressed up as Michael Myers continued on with what prompted him down the alleyway. Leaning uo against the wall, and giving a quick look around to make sure he was undisturbed, he undid his belt buckle and began to urinate on the side wall of Big bang burger. The clashing rain obscured the heavy beating of grand wings as something came to land behind him, drawn to the scent of the slayer that had been painted upon him after they collided earlier.

He didn't hear the approaching footsteps, but he, like the witch before him, could feel its breath upon his neck. He had time to crane his neck around behind him, but not enough time to scream.