The hand

Stealthily, Mia crept through the front door and into the bustling town. Shops were layered onto the walls and rather joyous shopkeepers were waving and trying to get her to buy their new products. Suddenly, clouds crashed together and water poured out of them. She tiptoed curiously around the cobblestoned street desiring and escape from the rain. The air had swallowed silence as she wandered. Seeking, scratching, hunting, howling, wailing around – the droplets wanted her; only her. She slipped round dark corners until a new winding alley found her. Lamp posts lighting her way, she snuck along it as she heard the unmistakable sound of scratching. Then a long, cold hand clawed at her shoulder. She tried to push it off but it was too late…

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