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The Whole Town's Sleeping Continued As Lavinia rounded the corner of Francine's street, her pace quickened. She was not afraid; at least, she didn't think she was, despite her vigorous steps. It was a beautiful night, and it was only when Lavinia stopped to rest that she could properly admire it. The crisp, cool air washed over her face, sending the tiniest of shivers down her spine. Up above, the unfathomable night sky coated the town in blue-black splendor. The moon shone with an eerie brilliance unlike anything Lavinia had seen before. What a shame that a night like this should play host to so much fear and grief, Lavinia thought to herself as she continued to gaze skywards. Enraptured by the moment, she did not notice the advancing creature behind her, edging slowly closer. 'No!' Lavinia let out a stifled cry as she felt something creep up against the back of her leg. She was frozen to the spot; images of The Lonely One filled her mind, looming over her with a taut length of rope in his hands. 'Meow,' the Morris' cat threaded in-between her legs and looked up at her curiously. Lavinia let out a long, deep breathe that she had been holding for an eternity. The cat was now grooming himself, unconcerned with anything else. She absentmindedly scratched behind the feline's ear, thinking about how vulnerable she had just been, so engrossed in the night sky. ...read more.


Lavinia tried not let his tone of mock sympathy anger her, or the way he talked about Eliza, who had loathed him just as much as anyone else. Instead, she settled for a scornful look and walked away. 'If you go into that ravine tonight I guarantee you won't come out the other side!' he called after her, but she did not look back. It was a chilly night and Lavinia had started to shiver. She pulled her coat tighter as she walked purposefully towards the murky ravine. It didn't seem to be getting any closer, which she was partly grateful for, but at last, she inevitably arrived at its edge. She glanced back. The town was in a deep slumber, blissfully unaware of the trial she was about to face. Stan wasn't to be seen. Lavinia couldn't help but think of what Stan had said. She knew he was just trying to provoke a reaction, which she was determined not to give him, but his words had still unhinged her. Was it really worth risking her life? She felt as if she had to prove a point to herself, and Francine for that matter. She would have never taken a risk like this before now, what had changed? Deep down, Lavinia knew that it was highly likely that she would be The Lonely One's next victim, almost certain in fact. ...read more.


After checking it was safely locked, she slumped against the wall and sobbed for a long time as everything that had happened that night ran through her mind; she knew that she would never forget this. When she had finally got herself together, or as good as could be expected, she walked down the hall and into her bedroom. Lavinia knew that even sleeping, she would not be able to escape these haunting memories. Nevertheless, she had to sleep, and she reassured herself that whatever she may dream, it wasn't real. She reached out for the light switch, but hesitated. Instead, she went straight to her bed, not bothering to turn on the lights, or even get changed. She sat on the side of her bed, wondering whether or not to call Francine like she had promised; it could wait until the morning, she thought to herself. Francine would be able to tell something was wrong by her voice and she didn't want to worry her. Lavinia laid down on the right side of her bed, like she always did, but something felt different. She fidgeted, trying to get comfortable; something was definitely strange. Just then, Lavinia felt something warm drip onto her left hand. She lifted it up and saw the crimson liquid. Her heart stopped dead. Unwillingly, she slowly turned her head. Francine's frightened, pleading eyes looked into Lavinia's. Her body, so unnaturally positioned, appeared to still be writhing. Her clothes were bloodstained and there were deep cuts up her arms and on her hands. Her face was spookily animated. Her tongue stood hanging out... ...read more.

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