I saw her across the park. Sitting on the end of the slide in the playground. She was there yesterday, too, and the day before, always at the same time. In fact, thinking about it, she's been there every day at this time for at least a week. Always at the end of the slide, and only when I come out for my afternoon break. I see her when I come out the building door, and cross the street, then I lose sight of her when I turn to go into the corner shop. By the time I come out with my soda, she's gone. I never see her in the morning, not even the day I was late for work, and I never see her at lunch, or when I go home at night.
I want to know who she is, and what she is doing there, and if she is in a serious relationship, and why she looks so sad, and which parent gave her that gorgeous, silky brown hair. In short, I want to know everything about her.
Today, I finally work up my courage, and walk across the playing field of the park towards her. She sees me coming and stands up. When I reach the edge of the playground, she smiles. It lights up her whole face. She puts out her hand. "I've been waiting for you, Jack." Too late I see the sharp teeth in her mouth. She pulls me towards her, and the last thing I feel is her teeth sinking into my throat.
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