A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…
The girls got off the school bus, twittering like a flock of brightly plumaged birds. Watcher remained in the shadows, waiting for a sign. It came, when a head of gleaming copper braids left the pack and walked into the shadowy quiet of the park.
Watcher followed, closing up where the ground was soft with leafmould and running feet made no sound.
Even the high inhuman sound of the single scream failed to attract attention.
It wasn’t until moonrise that the park warden found a body with a knife in its throat. He closed Watcher’s eyes and called it in.