Night fell and claimed the land with its shadows. She was free to roam once more.
Burgers, she thought, I have an appetite for burgers today.
She left her hair wet and dripping, just how she liked it, and proceeded to don her favorite white gown. She loved the reactions it elicited from passers-by, especially the males.
No, not wolf-whistles and seductive looks. That’s not what she’s about. She’s all about the jumps-of-terror, the petrified looks and the effeminate squeals.
Oh, I love the squeals. I hope I hear one tonight. She smiled wide as she relished in her imagination.
She slipped into the empty passenger seat beside a charming young driver as he collected his take-away set meal.
“Is that a Swiss Mushroom Whopper? My favorite!” She let the scent of warm mushrooms invade her nostrils, which made her mouth salivate and stomach rumble ravenously.
The set meal was now hers, and she retreated to her lake, her home.
Meanwhile, Timmy rushed home, his stomach unsatisfied, his eyes wide with fear, and with a story to tell, but without proof apart from his memory. Oh, and the drenched passenger seat in his car. Annabelle was real sloppy, wasn’t she?
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