• I don't know what to do. It keeps following me. Stalking me from a distance. I'm sure it is aware that I am fully knowlegdable of the fact I'm being watched. I guess it doesn't make a difference.
    It's waiting for me. Bearing it's fangs, longing to taste my blood in hope of gaining power. I am afraid. I dare not speak its name. I dare not talk at all. It has gotten everyone else. They aren't the same, though they insist that they are alright. My friends have all become pale and cold. They are distant and are unwilling to talk to me all because of It.
    When It first came to my high school, everyone loved him. It was hansome and very beautiful to look at. It's teeth were perfect. Even I fell prey to It's captivating beauty.
    After a month or two, It started changing everyone at school, starting with the girls. I saw it one time, in an ally with my friends Kelsee and Myra. They were laughing uncomfortably and It tried to "seduce" them. He lured both of them against a wall and bit Myra's neck first. Kelsee screamed and was quickly bitten by It.
    After that, everyone started...disappearing. not physically, but personality wise. And to make matters worse, they only changed after It bit them.
    No one was the same. They wouldn't eat their food. They wouldn't look at me smiling or waving. They would stare, colding, hungrily, at me as if was a piece of meat. One by one, slowing being devoured by [dare I even write] vampire mannerisms.
    I stopped going to school all together after I found one of my teachers that way. I stayed at home, in my room. I never opened the door unless to stalk up on canned foods in the garage. I was afraid to go anywhere, especially when my parents got home.
    What would they say? What did they say? Nothing at all. They were bitten too. Turned into the blood thirsty mosquitoes that are taking over my hometown.
    They broke into my room one day, but I wasn't there. I lived {emphasis on lived} in a house that was built right before the official start of WWII. I had moved to the bomb shelter. There is enough food in here to last a year at least. I might as well give up. I cannot go anywhere without being at risk for death. What will I do? That is a mystery even to me.
    I know they are coming for me. They sit outside, waiting for me to run out of food. For me to walk outside, where I am vulnerable to any attack.
    They are making holes in the ground and soon through the walls. I am in my final days of life. I might as well write down all I can. To everyone who might read this, rebuild the city. It won't last. It and They won't stop until they win. Destroy them.
    One is here! It is snarling at my. It is the It that started it all and ended the town. I might as well write it down for you to savor so somthing this bad will not happen again...


    VAMPIRES EXSIST.