It was a dreary day as I drove to the store to pick up my younger sisters birthday cake. My name is Kaydee Creeps it's currently the 31st of October and as I said before it's my little sisters birthday. Back to the story as I was pulling into the store parking lot I noticed something odd. It was quiet. Their was no sound outside other than the quiet tapping of the rain outside and the soft sound of my car running. It's too quiet it's never quiet especially here in the big city. I pull into a parking spot of the suspiciously empty parking lot as my ears register another sound. It was an odd crunching sound that made my gut clench. I slowly turn my head towards the sound. And what I see makes me want to throw up filling me with tangible fear. I see this woman, her skin is so pale it's basically light gray and their were pieces of her missing as if someone had decided to turn her into a living meal. Just looking at her made me feel sick, but what she was doing was worse. She sat there on the ground hunched over this man blood dripping from her mouth as her hands or whatever was left of her hands dug into the torso of the man who looked to have recently died. The woman was eating him as if this was the first meal she'd had in her whole life, as if she was starving. Though you could tell just by looking at what was left of her she had been well fed. I swallowed back the urge to scream and began to silently lean back towards the passenger console. I slowly reached towards the console handle trying to open it as quietly as possible. Wincing at the loud pop of the handle opening the console. I reached inside the console searching for my weapon keeping my eyes locked on the woman. After what felt like an eternity of rummaging in the passenger console making a little to much noise than I'd like my hand closed around the handle of my pistol. I slowly pulled it out as quietly as possible and leaned back towards the door. Cautiously I reached for the door making sure the safety was turned off. As I grabbed hold of the handle my anxiety began to kick in I hesitated opening the door, then took a deep breath and pushed the door open as quietly as possible. Unfortunately the pop of the door opening drew the woman's attention. She stared at me her dead eyes filling with more hunger as a low growl left her clawed open throat. She got up immediately stumbling as she tried moving to fast. I lifted my left arm holding the gun as steadily as I could in my sweaty hand. The woman's growl became even hungrier as she lunges at me. Fear didn't allow me to hesitate this time as this woman... this creature came at me. I pulled the trigger.
