Back outside...

You look at both doorways and begin to shake. You don't want to go back outside, but for some reason your instincts are telling you to run. You let your fear get the better of you.

"I think I'll go look for a pay phone. Thanks anyway." You start to back out of the room.

The redhead smiles broadly and you notice that her teeth have been filed into points. "Whatever will make you happy, my dear." She's still smiling as you hurry out the door.

You breath in the crisp night air, gratefully. Looking carefully up and down the street, you see no one. Shivering a little, you start back towards your car.

Halfway there, a form slips out of an alleyway and follows.

You're dead before the sun rises, fodder for the day's headlines.