Especiales Vaughan

31 October, 2012 at 12:00 midnight. A woman dancing in the street, wearing a pair of very high-heels. That was what the officer saw from his patrol car as he turned the corner. The call they had received at the police station sounded strange. Everything seemed to indicate that they were dealing with some kind of crazy lady. The policeman got out of his car carefully and glanced at his watch with dismay, as it was already midnight. The flashing lights mounted on top of his vehicle mixed with the shadows of that silhouette, casting a set of terrifying shapes on the wall. "Ma'am, eh, ma'am, are you alright?" Ignoring the officer's words, the woman just kept going. "Excuse me, you really should get inside. You’re going to get pneumonia," continued the young man, drawing a bit closer. The figure still did not answer, beginning to shake faster and faster. Suddenly the officer noticed something strange. "But, what is that?" The shape of the shadow on the wall, what should have been the woman's reflection, wa