The Events At Northwood City

You take a deep breath and hold it in silently as you tighten your hands into fists. You refuse to look at the shadow and continue walking past it. You're almost at the end of the alleyway until something grabs your wrist. You slowly turn and look at it as you secretly tilt your flashlight towards it. It has a mop of red and white hair. Blue eyes. And a bloody, twisted smile.
You make the mistake of screaming.
Mrs. Lythe – or a shell of her, anyway – bites into your neck. She chews through your skin until she reaches bone and howls in delight. She continues to eat you until you're nothing but a pile of hair.