Though the police station is tempting, you decide that since you haven't actually seen anyone following you, the coffee shop might be the better choice.

You jog up to Buckstars and after one last frantic look down the street, go inside. Though it's the middle of the night the place is almost filled. Thank God for caffeine addiction!

You look around for somewhere to sit, someplace not too far other people, but not next to anyone who looks like they might actually want to talk to you either. Your eyes light upon an overstuffed sofa near the back and after ordering your favorite coffee drink (for which you pay entirely too much money for) you go plop yourself down next to a conservative looking young blonde reading an old leather bound book.
 

You sit there awhile, just sipping your coffee, when suddenly -you- feel the urge to start talking. "Um, hello." You say, smiling somewhat shyly as the woman turns to you. But as she smiles back sunnily you feel better.  "Hi." She grins, then her eyes widen a bit, taking in your disheveled appearance. "Whoa, what happened to you?"

You look back towards the door, realizing that whoever had been following you hadn't come in here, maybe there had never been anyone at all? Maybe you've just been spending too many nights watching 'Late Night Monster Theatre' on channel 57? "Um, I was at this club and I think somebody followed me."

She nods sympathetically at you, "There's a lot of wackos out there. My name's Tracy Vetter, I'm a detective from across the street, you think you want to file a report?"

You blush, "Well, actually, I'm not sure anyone -was- following me."

She rises an eyebrow and you rush to explain, "I was at the Raven, ever been there?"

She nods.

"Anyway, I had this weird feeling someone was watching me, then a fight broke out and I went to leave, but I bumped into this guy and I…" You decide to leave out the part about the eyes, "Well, he was giving off these really weird vibes, so I bolted." You finish somewhat lamely with a shrug.
 

Tracy looks at you for a second, as if studying you, finally she says, "And this guy who sent out 'weird vibes,' you think he followed you?" You notice her glance towards the door.  You nod, "Yeah, I mean, he didn't come in here though…" Suddenly you feel like an idiot. Imagine, telling a complete stranger, a cop no less, that the boogie-man was after you!

But she doesn't seem to think your story is unbelievable, she reaches over and pats your knee gently, "Wait here a sec okay, I have call to check-in at work real quick, I'll be right back." And with that Tracy walks behind the red velvet curtain emblazoned with a cartoon ET and the phrase 'Phone Home.'

You sit there a moment, more confused than ever, when your eyes drop to the book your new friend had been reading. You turn it over and read the cover, Blanstone's Guide to the Undead. 'Strange thing for a cop to be reading,' you think. Flipping to a random page your confronted with a lithograph that looks exactly like the guy from the club, yellow eyes and all!

Dropping the book like a hot coal, you glance back at the phone, but Tracy's not back yet. You suddenly get the feeling that she knows a heck of a lot more than you do about what's going on. It's not a pleasant feeling.

Your eyes go back to the book, you have the urge to take it and run. Do you give in?