Frightening
As he turned the corner, there he was – the sinister stranger. He glared at them through eyes as red as coals. The boys shrank back in fright. He let out a demonic laugh and thrust his repulsive face with his long, hooked nose in front of them. He was so close that they could see a pulse beating behind the livid red scar on his right temple. His filthy dishevelled hair fell over his face and he reeked of alcohol. His loose, ill-fitting clothes looked as though they had been slept in.
“Are you scared of me, little boys?” he asked, smiling menacingly at them.
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