OK then:
The place looks innocent enough in the gold light of sunset. Nobody's lived here in years, and of course the current inhabitant doesn't live at all. There is rot in the air: rotting wood, rotting fabric...something else. Rotting. I know the smell of blood anywhere.
The steps creeeeeak, but I'm safe. He can't rise until after dusk. The door bangs behind me as I enter. I retch on the death-filled air, but keep going.
The coffin's lid makes the loudest creeeeeeak of all. I place the tip of the stake, raise my mallet...and his eyes snap open....
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Chilling. Nicely executed. (Pun intended.)
xoRobyn
PS My word verification is diesh.
Vlad, the Impaler, rises again! Great take on the promopt.
I would hate if that happened if I was there, ha. Nice Centus just in time for Halloween.
Creepy!!! I hope he was quick with that stake impaling!~Ames
Yikes! This one's got my heart beating a little bit faster...
;)
Ooh, creepy! I want to know what happens next! I love me some vampire stories, lol. Great post!
perfect for Halloween just around the corner! Nice.
Wild one this week from the prompt...you are in a Halloween mood, I can tell!
Hurry! I hope there's no eclipse!
Oh no! Does he get it or.....does he reach out from his swallow existence and....
Yikes!
Super visual!
Super scary!
Heading to the store to buy enough garlic to make a wreath!
<<<< shiver >>>>
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