Noisy footsteps stomped and shuffled, emitting from a cloaked figure moved forward.

The outdoors were near pitch black, illuminated only by a old lantern street lights that shone dim.

Once the footsteps seized on the graveled floor, the only other sound was a far away owl hooting. The gravelled floor them and woodland looking area behind.

The concealed figure viewed the large house in front of a woodland backdrop. The slight hill obscuring the bottom of the building, though upon drawing closer, a feature that caught the cloaked persons attention came into vision.

Underneath shrubbery, the building appeared to have a basement, barricaded with wood that had been painted black.

The cloak figure gave the wood a slight kick, though soon lost interest and looked up towards the moon. Looking up caused the hood to slide down, reveal the veiled figure to be Calci.

*

Inside a large, heavily decorated room sat Phyllis, alone in a generous sized corner sofa, wearing an off white onesie bejewelled in near neon pink large rhinestones.
She tearfully watched a classic black and white movie on giant television mounted on the wall, within the film, a fearful looking light haired woman in a cocktail dress cuddled into the side of a cigar smoking, smirking suited man.

*

Calci stood on her tip toes to peek into the mansions illuminated ground floor window. She managed to capture a glimpse of her new acquaintance.
Calci dropped down, huffed, then slapped her cheeks with both palms, she then shook her head "What is she wearing?" she asked.

"Right!" Calci stated in a determent manner.
She knocked on the window above her.

*

A loud knock emitting from the window caused Phyllis to simultaneously scream and spring into the air from her seat, landing softly on the big cozy surface.
Her face darted towards the window as she curled up.

Over a period of silence, she stood up, stepping off the animal print rug and moving along the walls, she discreetly ventured and towards the window.
Peeping out, she saw nothing.
Nobody was there?

She pulled her cell phone out of a pocket at her abdomen and tapped a few times on the screen, she held the phone to her ear as she stepped backwards, returning to the animal print rug.
She slid back onto the sofa and pondered her next move. Upon making a decision, she got up and run through a nearby doorway of beads.

After shuffling, creaking and clanging, Phyllis emerged through the beads.
Shotgun in hand.

*

"I didn't expect anything less" Calci shouted at the window upon as an armed Phyllis stood before the glass.

"WHO'S THAT?" Phyllis shouted whilst looking for her potential target.

"Down here" Calci shouted as she waved a hand "It's me, Calci, the vamp' flourist".

"What" Phyllis whispered as she searched, soon the pale, black clad flourish at her feet.
The latter's appeared only frighten Phyllis more.

"I just came for a chat, on your turf" Calci shouted "I thought this would make you feel more comfortable"

"HOW DID YOU FIND ME?" Phyllis shouted with wide eyes.

Calci answered "Phone book!"