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On my way for Christmas dinner I trudged through the snow. I was in a jolly mood and decided to explore one of the many streets of London. To my surprise the street was clean and it had a humble feel to it. Each window was lit like a bonfire, christmas lanterns decorated the houses and merry reefs were hung upon the doors. Strangely though, as I continued to stroll down the cheery street, I began to think there wasn't something quite right. I had not seen a single soul along this road, all I could hear was the crunch of snow under my feet. I began to feel a rise of panic as I tried to find a way out of this maze of streets and back-alleys. I slipped and slided around street corners, only hearing the echo of my movement and the panic in my breath. Suddenly I skidded to a halt. Out of the blue a white pallid face appeared. His breath smelt of rotten egg so I took a quick step back. I found myself in a dirty street, the snow had turned brown from the grime coating the walls. I had somehow bumbled into the slums of London in my blind panic to escape the peace of the other street. I looked back towards the man, his menacing eyes were boring into me. I couldn't look away his hypnotic stare was drawing me in. Suddenly his rigid arm grabbed mine, in a cast iron grip. My heart was thumping against my chest as he dragged me into the darkness...