Hiding in the dark was a set of green eyes.
They watched passerby with a lukewarm malice, waiting for them to take the wrong step, make the wrong move.
The eyes belonged to It. It had been there for 120 years. It did not know where it came from. One night it was just there, simmering with malevolence.
The first time It pounced the rush was amazing. Blood pounded in its ears as bones cracked. The sound, the feel, the taste…it was electrifying.
But as the years passed the excitement dulled. That electricity, once so all-consuming, became a colourless drizzle.
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