MicroHorror

The mugger jabbed the knife blade closer to her. She recoiled but clamped her mouth shut. He promised to kill her if she made a sound and she was not going to test him.
She began to hand her purse over when she saw the silhouette of the man leaping from one rooftop to the adjacent one. Her spirits lifted slightly–a shadowy hero in the real world–her rescuer, perhaps?

She let go of her purse, but the mugger lunged toward her anyway. She turned away and covered her face, anticipating the knife to cut into her at any moment.

Instead, she heard the mugger’s muffled screams. When she opened her eyes, she saw a cloaked figure pummeling the mugger. His hands seemed to latch onto the mugger tightly. It was a strange sight, but a welcome one.

“Thank you so much, I was so scared.”

The figure turned and screeched at a high-pitched frequency. Her ears bled and she nearly fainted.

The creature had no eyes or any other discernible features that would allow it to be human.

She glanced at the incapacitated mugger. His skin looked like a hollowed-out pillow case. Her purse and its contents were strewn over the alley.

The creature retrieved the skin and slid it on. Then it leapt onto the fire escape and cascaded upward toward the rooftop. It glanced one last time over its shoulder then leapt away.