The old man sat huddled up against the wall, seemingly just another homeless person struggling through life. The buildings towered up on either side of him, dark and forbidding. He glanced up at the small patch of sky visible to him and noted the fading light. Night was his favorite time, when fools went out drinking and nightmares came alive to devour souls. He fully considered himself to be one of the nightmares, one who preyed on the fools who drank too much, on the young and the innocent. He didn't discriminate. As long as he could subdue them, he hunted them.
As the last of the light faded, he stood up and stretched, letting the blanket wrapped around him fall to the ground. Pulling a small mirror from his pocket he checked his reflection. He ran his fingers through his hair and beard in an attempt to comb some of the knots from them to no avail. Giving up, he shoved the mirror back into his pocket and picked up the bag and hat that lay next to him. With the cap on his head and the bag slung over one shoulder, he set off through the gloom of the alley looking for all the world like a harmless old man who wouldn't hurt a fly.
"Help! Help me!"
