• Silently I wait, too horrified to speak, too scared to think and too afriad to close my weary eyes. This heart beats uncontrolably, too fast for my lungs to produce enough air. In the distance a wolf howls at the blood red moon as it calls for mercy. Memories pass through my mind like speeding bullets. Panic sets in as I hear your voice calling low and with a sense of vile intentions. Not all stories have a happy ending. Blood begins to drip from my wounded hand, oh the pain that swelled within my body cried ever so much as I tried not to scream. The door opened now, with a creak and startled me. Footsteps, louder, closer, here. Silence. I knew it was the end I knew death had come upon my doorstep to take me into it's evil clutches. It was only a matter of precious time before deaths grip would take me into its cold embrace. Waiting, listening, hoping, dying. Nothing happned. Do I stay? Do I look to see if it's gone? Confused, in a world of dark, so blinding that I could not see my hand anylonger but I could feel it. Feeling I was safe, I revealed myself from my hiding place. My eyes shifted from left to right. Nothing. A sigh of relief finally escaped from my scared mouth. Then, as I turned to the door, there it was, standing only inches from my face. Claws sickly black, teeth like a vampire, skin paler than snow, a black cloak over it's body, mouth bloodfilled, and it's eyes were like staring into death itself. I could see each murder, each terrified face that looked upon this monster before they perished. I ran passed it, going anywhere but here. Looking for a way out, screaming to be heard. Will I ever be free from here?