Ginger

Hair as crimson as blood. Your breath as quiet as a feather. Carefully, you inhale and exhale making sure not to siren her. Noise is your worst fear. It drives her. It haunts her. It pains her. Munching down on a chicken sandwich she is an apex predator ready to kill. The sound of your teeth and tongue trying to enjoy your meal is like a bomb ready to explode. Being the territorial creature that she is, you dare not encroach upon her parking spot. So you find yourself in fear each day. You hide, run, and walk on glass just to appease this beast. One mistake and she will cut open your throat. Your encounters are silent. Upon a single breath she will rouse and begin her slaughter. Come autumn, when the air gets cold and the leaves begin to fall she awakens from her slumber. Her petite size and condescending smile make for quite the monster. But trapped within this porcelain body, she cries for help. Her soul is corrupted and enslaved by evil. Blinded, she relies on her other senses to hunt her prey. Her appetite is fear and she is starving. She can smell it from afar. Despite their inability to detect you, a glare from her beady brown eyes leaves you paralized. All of a sudden your phone begins to ring. Immediately, she drops to the ground and makes her way across the room to you on all fours. She has found you. There is nowhere to hide. Her mouth opens widely and her hair ignites in flames. Her eyes glow red as the demon leaves her body to enter your own. She is finally free. But now you are Ginger.