Time to wear a scarf!
Please, no hickeys!
"Good evening," was all you heard. But not knowing where the voice came from had you spinning like a shiny '70s disco ball at Studio 54.
"I didn't mean to startle you, my young traveler," a shadowy figure stepped forward from the darkness.
"I was just walking my dog, Barkula," he said in a deep and soothing voice.
You assess the situation; the man doesn’t seem threatening. He was just taking his pet out for a stroll. Although he does look rather strange in a black cape, and his eyes — oh, his eyes were like deep pools of midnight — had me stuttering with a sudden eerie feeling.
"He, um, he looks like a nice dog. Does he bite?" Why did I say that?
"No, he's quite harmless. But I do."
And then he pounced, and you fainted.
It was early morning when you woke up sitting upright on a park bench not far from your home. The sun was rising but still hidden below the tree lines.
How? What? The questions kept coming, but you felt too dizzy to answer them.
There was a sharp pain in your neck, and what’s this? A pamphlet was pinned to your jacket.
