I hitched up my skirt slightly, trying not to show any more than my toes; it would be improper otherwise. Half way across the road, an ear piercing scream shot through the air, shocking me so much I dropped my skirts. It was hollow and though it was high pitched and squeaky, it had the undertones of a man’s voice. Whirling around, consequently trailing my skirts through the muck of the road, I faced the direction the scream came from. A lonely alley. Why is it always a lonely alley? As no one else seemed sane enough to move- they were all standing there with their mouths wide open in shock, catching flies no doubt- I pulled up my skirt to my knees, no longer caring about the rules of social etiquette. As I ran toward the alley another figure passed me, out pacing me as I struggled along with my tiny heeled boots and petticoats. I glimpsed at the stranger as I ran, it was a man wearing a top hat and tails. He was tall, with brown hair, but that was all I could see of him as he dashed along. He reached the alley just before I did and went in.
“Good lord” I heard exclaimed from the dark, dreary off cut. The voice was deep, strong and full of terror. I dropped my long skirts, re-arranged my bustle, and stepped into the alley. I could not stop a gasp from escaping from my lips as I took in the scene in front of me.
“She got out.”