Mean-Street-Romance

   “Horace Horsecollar...” A voice called out in an ominous tone.  Tutor grew uneasy as he felt his stomach churn and his face grow pale, he was too scared to even answer the call.  The voice spoke again. “Greetings, Horsecollar.”  “Who's there? Who are you!?” Tutor called out finally.  “Look up.” The voice replied.  Tutor looked up and saw a shadow hovering over him and backed off scared, the shadow leaped down and revealed himself to Tutor. He looked like him only his hair was a little longer and he was dressed all in coal and black with a white cape draped around him, his hands were