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The Pinchin

It was a black night , eerie and silent , even the moon was afraid to come out, evil lurked in the shadows, something was happening in Wolveston.

Residents felt it, not daring to venture outdoors they Locked themselves in their homes and silently prayed for the morning to come.

The village streets lay empty, nocturnes remained in their lairs fear overcoming hunger, but something stirred, something that did not fear

the darkness, but embraced it clung to it with glee relishing the prowling, hunting and the final taking of its prey.

It was not alone, four creatures in fact skulked, sneaked and spied, checking homes for unlocked doors

or windows. Three were adult creatures and one, a child-soon-to-be-adult creature.

Keeping to the shadows avoiding light, the four creatures crept amongst the houses looking for prey.

They did not have to wait long, an end terraced cottage caught the elder creatures eyes, a very faint

Movement of curtain through a small back window gave the creatures what they knew would be there.

A way in.

There was always someone careless : Foolish humans; the elder creature grabbed the child-soon-to-be

Adult creature roughly by the throat, glared into its eyes and with a deep rasping sound/voice and not

without threat said, “This is your pinchin get in there and do It. Do not fail. Now go” and with that the elder creature pushed it violently

toward the window.

The child creature set its claws into the small window gap and gently pushed the window up, silently it climbed into what humans call a

kitchen, sniffing the air,a pleasant scent of human flesh emanated

throughout. : pure joy : it detected no scent of dog, awful, despicable and loathsome things, : dogs

things to fear : but there were none; foolish humans: it crept into a hallway that led to a stairway ,a light had been left on, this irritated the

child creature, darkness was best. Foolish humans ! In their fear of the unknown they think a light will protect them. The child creature

sniffed the air as it moved toward the stairs which led to the humans sleeping places. The first stair creaked under its weight,

It stopped sniffed and listened : nothing : up it went, it came to a landing, a door leftwards and a door

Rightwards, it chose the left door. A distinct scent of young human came from within. The child creature sniffed all around the door, “yesss it

hissed to itself, a young human of talkative years.

It put its claw/hand on the handle and turned it , the door opened a fraction sending a beam of light into the room settling over a bed in

which lay a human boy, yesss, yesss : the child creature was filled with pleasure it moved toward the bed and stared down at the boy,

droplets of drool fell from its mouth, landing on the boys face with a splatttt . The boy stirred , opened his eyes and saw a thing of

nightmares; he went to scream. Quick as a flash the child creature placed a claw/hand over the boys mouth, the other grabbed the boys hair

pulling him up from the bed.

The boy looked into two flame coloured evil eyes unable to move he smelt its foul breath and saw drool dripping of its fangs, never had he

felt such fear, it was at this point the boy felt warm liquid running down his leg. The child creature snorted and said “whats your name

human filth?”, the creature moved its hand from the boys mouth to his throat repeating the question with more menace

“whats your name you piece of slime?” shaking uncontrollably the boy stammered “fran…fran…francis” the last thing the boy saw were the

fangs coming toward his face then blackness. The creature howled with glee and dashed back down the stairs and out through the window.

Blood covered its mouth.

Outside on hearing the howl the three remaining creatures answered with louder howls and when the child creature joined them the elder

asked it “what is your pinchin?” “francis” came the reply “mmm good, lets go”. and with that the four adult creatures left the village to return

to their lair.

The night air appeared to sigh with relief.