It was already dead of the night and the stall owner, finally seeing no one is around the streets anymore, started to tidy up his stall like the other stall owners. Some of them has already left.
"Aiyo... the night is too cold." He muttered and shivered. His breath released turned into a white fog. "Eh? Am I seeing things?" he asked when he turned, he saw there was no around. The street is very empty. Even a stray cat is nowhere to be seen. He blinked, and turned to look around. "Why is there nobody… just earlier, they were… there…" his voice faded when he finally noticed the dead silence. A cold sweat trickled down the side of his face when he finally realized that something was wrong.
Suddenly, a sound can be heard. TAP. TAP. TAP. It was the sound of something hitting against something. The sound is echoing all over the surroundings, and the stall owner's heart is starting to be eaten slowly by fear.
