She whipped around again, fingers covering her lips to choke back a scream, at the crashing sound of a not-so-distant object striking the street, shattering. Moving backwards, her eyes darted back and forth along the row of buildings, searching the darkness for a sign of movement. Wavering, her voice rose.
“Who… who’s there…!?”
Silence was her only answer. She shuffled back, nervous, clutching her coat closer to her shivering form. Nothing she tried to force her mind to scream, nothing there, nothing to be afraid about, just the night playing tricks with your-. And then an involuntary shriek rose from her throat, dying down quickly to a panicked whimper. In the distance, sulking in the darkness she saw the murky form of an enormous creature, slinking towards her in loping strides, heard a thick panting, a snarling growl, and she turned and ran.