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for business. Numerous seductive looking women and men wearing suggestive clothing were emerging from the front door. They appeared normal, perhaps a little pale in this moonlight, but normal and possibly human.
                Amelia took a bounding step forward, sighting a man that seemed to take notice of her. She opened her mouth to speak and ask all of her questions, but the man gave her a slow toothy grin and she realized that this man was no human. As he bared his long fangs, she knew that he must have been a vampire. No wonder his skin was pale.
                Amelia’s face wrinkled with disgust as she held her own throat and stepped back onto her side of the street. The man noticed that she didn’t seem interested any longer and turned away to attract more prey.
                Amelia turned to run in the only direction that there seemed to be no monsters, but she paused when she heard a cacophony coming from the opposite end of the street.
                She swiveled her head around to see a hoard of little gremlin-like children running, shouting and tossing a ball amongst themselves. There must have been eight or nine of these little goblins prancing down the street, not caring that Amelia was staring at them with her mouth gaped wide open, both in shock and fear.
                The children were wearing everyday, normal clothing that children would wear, but their faces were grotesque with boils, wrinkles, demonic eyes and purple skin. They even moved like children, despite their appendages being slightly stubbier.
                One child didn’t catch the ball when it was their turn and the toy went flying off to the other side of the street. The ball hit one innocent bystander in the head and it fell to the ground… along with the head.
                The man’s severed head made exclamations of frustration mingled with general sounds of displeasure and pain. The rest of the man’s body was turning around wildly, as if searching for its lost head. His clothes were tattered with strips fluttering from his limbs as he moved about. The skin of the head and the body were a gruesome ashy color. Amelia could just barely see his face from where it lay on the ground. His eyes were sunken in with dark circles around his lids and much of his features were unrecognizable due to the mass of scars that had accumulated there.
                “You horrible imps, put my head back!” his head shouted from the middle of the street. 
                The children all laughed at the great joke, grabbed the ball and ran without helping the man, almost trampling over his head.
                Amelia watched with horrified fascination as the man’s body continued to struggle to find its missing head.
                “Hey, lady!” she heard the head call. Looking down, she could see the clouded eyes of the decapitated head look right at her. “Would you mind giving me a hand here?” it asked.
                Normally, Amelia was always ready to lend help to those in need. But she couldn’t bring herself to move. She was fixed in that spot on the sidewalk and all she could do was shake her head, eyes wide with fright.
                Petrified with fear, she looked between all these things she had witnessed, wondering what she had put in that spaghetti sauce to bring on this kind of hallucination.
                She didn’t want to talk to anyone anymore. She knew exactly where she was. Hell. This had to be hell or some form of it, if it were not a dream or a nightmare. All she knew is that she wanted to go home.  
                Without taking a second thought, she ran as fast and as hard as she could down the street, trying to retrace her steps back to that tunnel, holding back her hysteric sobs and urges to scream at every new terror she came across. There had to be some way get home. There