Like a preying animal, she stood lurking under the shadowy street corners of the block, wearing a black overcoat and a large surgical mask covering the mouth of her long, thin, and beautiful face. She stood there, waiting as the foggy sky grew steadily darker. Suddenly, she spotted the perfect opportunity. A young boy walked down the street, completely unsuspecting of the woman who waited for him at the corner. As he turned the corner, suddenly, she jumped out, and towered over the boy.
“Do you think I am pretty?” She asked the boy.
The boy’s face suddenly turned a deep shade of pink, and responded. “Yes, you are pretty!” he blurted out.
Suddenly, the woman ripped off her surgical mask, revealing a horrific, terrifying cut which split her mouth from ear to ear. Her mouth flapped as she persisted, “How about now?”
She watched in great satisfaction as the boy’s face turned pale white, and his hands began to shake uncontrollably on his sides.
“Yes, you are pretty.” He managed to stutter.
For a moment, her eyes suddenly bulged, and her eyes bore into the child. But then, she began to giggle a horrifying screech, and she reached into her overcoat. She pulled out a huge, long, and rusty pair of scissors.
“Now now, there is no reason to run now. I’ll make you look just as pretty as me….”