IntroA Chapter by BM_2211
I'm standing alone in an alleyway around the back of Waterloo station,
waiting for my new "friend" to arrive. It's dark with a couple of poorly
lit street lamps that only adds to the spooky scenery.
'This place gives me the creeps,' i say thinking out loud. I'm doing that a lot lately, especially when i'm deep in thought and nervous. It seems to be home to a lot of freaks in this area after midnight, i often wonder why i never notice these people during the day, probably because that's when the vampire looking b******s are asleep. I'm currently stood in the shadows, i feel like a scumbag mugger waiting for his next victim. It must be impossible for any passerby to see me but i can't help but be on my guard as i wait. I feel very tense right now, almost as if i know something very bad is about to happen, which wouldn't be too surprising if the past week has been anything to go on. I check at my watch for the tenth time in five minutes, its 01:00 am, he should be here any minute. 'Harry,' a hushed voice whispers. I turn but cant see anyone. 'Hello,' i reply. Out of thin air Peter appears, he makes me jump and i stumble backwards. He is dressed in early nineteenth century clothing including a top hat, just like the first time i met him. He stands at about five foot seven inches tall, he has dark hair, blue eyes and chiseled features. On our first encounter he did inform that we are related, i suppose there is some sort of a resemblance. 'Are you ready?', he asks. He is looking me dead in the eye awaiting my response. I take a long deep breath and exhale, reluctantly i answer, 'As ready as i will ever be.' Peter smiles, i sense he is not as nervous as i am for what tonight has in store for us. 'Ok then! follow me.' © 2017 BM_2211Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 3, 2017 Last Updated on May 3, 2017 AuthorBM_2211London, United KingdomAboutWriting stories has always been an interest of mine. I would like to get some feedback on a few stories I've wrote recently. more..Writing
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