There they are. The gruesome twosome are easy to spot and are anything but human.
Not werewolves or vampires. She could stock up on silver, garlic and holy water for them.
But what to do about a species that could grow another head once midnight struck and make it disappear at daylight?
She’d been watching for a long time.
She saw them stop by the long forgotten grocer’s store and look at the stars, as if waiting.
Her pictures were blank.