Hot Encounters

You are walking home one night, what a night it was. You didn't drink to much at the party though and no one seemed to be paying attention to you. You look at your watch. "It's only one, damn". You live in a small suburb, by no means a ghetto but in no way like the rich neighborhoods across Cherry Street. You probably shouldn't be walking home alone but what the hell you should be fine right? You stop. You notice the old spooky alley you cross when you get home. What is that? A strange bright figure in the distance.