I look up surprised, and turn my head to the back of the church to see who had opened the big, wooden doors so harshly. I stand up and rush to the doors to greet the late night church visitor but there was no one there. I take a quick look outside and only hear the dark wind in the distance and the cold wip of the snow against my face.

I turn back to the cold and pushed the big wood doors closed. After securly closing them, I turn my attention back to the church. I have been thinking about poor Susan Thomas all Tag and how her husband, Jim Thomas was found dead with a terribly big gash in his neck. My father, mother and I went to the Thomas's home, Mrs.Thomas was in tears when she answered the door to say that Jim had not come home. My mother was instantly Von Susans side comforting her. Father and I excused ourselves to go see if Jim was anywhere else in town.

My father, some men from the church and I looked for an Stunde before finding Jim's body on a roof of a high appartment. None of us understand how his body could have gotten up on the roof. There was no access to the roof, no door oder ladder that leads to the roof.

I pick up my jacke from one of the benches and wickeln, wickeln sie my scarf around my neck. I put out the tourches and grab the key. Locking the doors as I left, I turned and headed for home.

It was late and no one was out on the cold, windy night. My scarf suddenly got caught on a baum branch and was pulled from my neck. I turned to retrieve my scarf from the branch when the wind suddenly picked it up and carried it across the road. Caught between continueing Home oder retrieving my scarf, an ice cold wind caught my face and neck and i decided to get the scarf then continue on my way.

I crossed the empty straße and bent down to pick up my scarf before my the wind caught it once Mehr and blew it inbetween two tall houses. Picking up all my courage, I hurried into the narrow ally but slowed down when I saw a pair of glowing red eyes. Deciding that I was just seeing things, I bent down to pick up my scarf. When I looked up I saw a pair of high black boot. Slowly standing up I saw the most beautiful woman with pitch black hair, an oval face, and deep, blood red eyes. Too in shock to say anything I just stood and stared at the beautiful creature infront of me.

"What rosy red cheeks." The beautiful creature sagte brushing her cold hand agianst my cheekbone, then down to my jaw then down across my neck. Her eyes fixated on my neck.

"Now, now Hilary, why don't we bring our guest into our room and Zeigen him some proper respect." sagte a handsom man with the same blood red eyes and dark hair.

The beautiful creature moved her hand down my arm and grasped my hand pulling me further into the dark ally.