Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

Her scars had vanished without a trace leaving only the bloodstained polaroid as a souvenir.

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

Everybody was still as time moved back. They were all in the poorly lit basement room once again. Tens of women in cages begging for their freedom. Jerry’s fantasy, the woman’s nightmare, but the creatures vendetta .