Mystery- Short Story #3

I know this is weird, but I love it anyways. I hope I get an idea so I can elaborate on the plot.

It was night, a thick, dense, scary sort of night time when monsters might come out of closets and nightmares could become real life. A small, thin looking girl was sitting alone on a bench outside of a gas station. Her hair was light brown and wavy, her face very pale. But when you dared to look closer at that face, you would be surprised, because this girl was not afraid of the seedy area of town she was in alone, or even of the thick blackness that enveloped her. She looked very calm and slightly bored, the very tilt of her head seeming to dare any one or anything to come near her. She couldn’t have been called brave, for she was not aware there was anything to be afraid of- she was only ignorant.
The strange girl suddenly began rummaging in her small black bag for something, cursing under her breath as she searched. Finally the girl came up with a tiny cell phone, which she then proceeded to dial. What else would she have done with a cell phone?
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