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“Oh Rachel, we’ve been dying to show our true colours to you!" The herd of non – humans cackled and began to lick their blood-flecked lips.

“Oh, how lovely you all sound! Don’t you just hate it in the city when no one knows each other? Ha!” babbled Rachel a single shiver creeping down her spine.

Why had she ever moved to London?



//Earlier//

Rachel had baked delicious blueberry muffins until the house smelt of the sweet smell of cooking. Her motive? She had done this to get to know people - get to know her neighbours. It could, after all, get so lonely in the city.

She pranced out of the door with the muffins held high in their pink frilly cases.

Her fist pounded on the first oak door she came to, the lime green door glistening under the brilliant sun. But despite the warm light she felt a little odd. The house was painted a piercing blue. A cold blue. Ice cold. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something wrong. Something out of place. It was all too much of a fantasy, too perfect. The grass never grew; the dog never barked. The pleasant silence became threatening.

Suddenly, the door opened.

“Oh hello!" declared Mr James, his onyx eyes gleaming. "You smell so nice I could almost eat you!”

The neighbout wore a white suit with a pink lily encrusted on the front. Rachel seemed nice but there was something hard about him, just like his house. Was it the glint of red in his eyes...

“I-I baked some muffins, and was wondering if you would like one?” mumbled Rachel.

“Oh sorry, I really only ever eat meat! “ Mr James declared, his eyes gleaming at her. “Raw meat.”

A worried, mild smile swept across Rachel’s face. She dashed across the road to the next house. Knock! Knock! One plum purple door creaked open.

“I baked muffins and, um, thought you might want one!” Rachel gabbled. One thought kept rushing around her hear, making her dizzy: Why had Mr James been so weird before? Surely he was talking about steak?

“Oh no, I only eat at a full moon when the wolves are out!” laughed Miss Esme her emerald eyes glaring helplessly.

Rachel wandered down the cobbled road, dropping in on each house. The neighbour'd seemed to get more and more weird as she kept walking.

Just as she was about to head home still with all her muffins, she heard a slow whining sound.Her confused mind couldn’t help but begin to panic. As sweat swarmed her pitch black locks, Rachel’s soft brown eyes widened with fear.

//Cruch!//

Rachel tilted her head and saw six //monsters// sloping their way towards her! Amongst them was Mr James, his teeth oozing with a gushing red substance. Blood! Behind him - rip - ran Miss Esme, transforming into a werewolf.

“You see, dear young Rachel, this is a monsters’ valley!” cackled Mr James. "You have to be a monster to live here!"

Rachel’s life flashed before her. Would she live? She prayed for a yes!