I am taken by Billy to a dark alley downtown called Die To Your Death You Dumb Douchebags And You Delirious Doglike Dumbasses, or for short, DARKNESS ALLEY, where it's been rumoured that ghosts live.

Its always dark and foggy and ucky and moldy there. Thankfully my lungs are incapable of getting cancer and other life threatening problems.

I squeal in fear as Billy exchanges a nice fad wad of 1000000 dollar bills that I gave him, for a bag of strange white powder to a guy in a dark cloak in a random corner of the alleyway. Hmmm.

I point to the bag.

"Wh-"
"Don't ask questions. I bargained a lot for you to come to DARKNESS ALLEY with me. Stay quiet."
"Stay quiet when I could've come to DARKNESS ALLEY all myself?! What is wrong with you?" I shout.

Billy growls, then pulls out a roll of duct tape from places I never want to ever see again, and tapes my mouth shut.

I roll my eyes and melt it off with my 369° breath. Dummy.

His eyes widen, then they narrow, but he drags me along to a gutter entrance, thats littered with garbage and what-not.

"We're here."

I look around. "We're where? To celebrate the 10 year anniversary of your cat's death site because of toxic fumes that are wafting around here?"

He glares at me again. "No, were headed down the gutter."

My eyes widen. "Down there?!"

He nods. "Do you wanna go down first?"

I tremble in fear. "N-no, I'm okay. I think I'll stay here."

Billy smirks. "With him there?" he questions, pointing in the direction of the guy he exchanged the powder (I think it might be sugar! Yum!) with, and I look over to see him staring at me intently. I shiver.

"No, I just wanna go home!" I wail. He glares at me, then yankes me down the gutter along with him.

I screech, and land on my butt. I dust myself off, just to realize there was nothing nasty there in the first place, despite all the water and rat $hït down here.

I glance at Billy, who's dragging me along down the gutter's alleyway while mumbling under his breath. He stops at a a big oak door, that is completely ugly by the way...

And knocks a veeeeery intricate knock on it.

*knock*

Wait thirty seconds.

*knock*

Then the door opens, and the scariest looking man I've ever seen opens it.

My eyes go wide, and, out of reflex, my perfectly manicured nails sharpen into 9 foot daggers, and my eyes go completely black.

He scrunches his face. His graying and completely untaimed mustache goes into a weird looking form, and the cigar in his mouth falls onto the  floor.

"She's accepted. Bring 'er in," he grumbles.

Billy pulls me into the entranceway.

I gasp at what I see.

How on earth did they get.... The UNMENTIONABLE?

I need to call the police.