London as I wall down the dark alley way, I hear the most strangest noises, dogs been unleaded, barking madly. A man in pain, screaming like no one else could scream in so much terror. It was a dark, dingy night. Clouds where hiding the#moonfrom showing her face. Only the street lights were visible, even then all the dust and muck from the street you could see rising through the light. It was january, freezing as you might expect, London 1939 hight of the blitz. everywhere you walked there was rubble and bodies streaming the streets, mothers hold there children tightly as if they could shield them from such a powerful thing. I kept walking and behind me began to loom a figure dressed in all black, but all the same, it was dangerous times. Te figure quickened his pace ever so slightly so by the time I had reached the bridge he was almost in ear shot. Then it started to mutter words, no word like I had ever come across, foreign inhuman even. Then as I kept turning as slowly as possible, his hand revealed a dagger. I made for a run and he was to quick within indescribable timing he had me pined to the ground, no way of escape then he loomed about me that dagger so near to my throat, then, blackness. I remember no more.