You walk down the empty street, the fluorescent lights overhead casting long shadows that stretch and yawn with each passing step. The clock tower in the distance reads 12:47 AM, its numbers glowing like digital eyes watching your progress. At first, it was just a normal late-night stroll home from the library, but now you can't shake that creeping sensation that someone's following you.

Your pace quickens slightly, feet clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that seems louder with each step. You glance over your shoulder, but there's nothing behind you except parked cars and sleeping buildings. Still, the feeling persists. You pick up speed again, your backpack bouncing against your shoulders.

Another look back, and this time you're almost jogging. The street lamps seem to blur together as you move faster, their light creating a strobing effect that makes your heart race even more. You dart between two large trash bins, hoping to lose whoever might be behind you, but as you emerge on the other side, you hear the unmistakable sound of panting.

You spin around, ready to face whatever danger lurks in the night, and that's when you hear her:

"C'mere me boi, give gammy a kiss, and in return I'll gobbleyercocc"

A desperate scream can be heard by neighbors, piercing through the calm city night.