Chapter 1
It was midnight and I heard a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” I questioned. The knock continued, even after I asked. I went to open it, but there was nobody standing in front of to door way. I puzzled the thought of maybe it being my imagination. I close the door… What just happened? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, was it really my imagination? Or was there actually someone there. I hear the knock again. I open it quickly, but still nobody. I close it again and roll my eyes; maybe it’s some stupid kids trying to play jokes on the neighborhood. I sit down and continue with what I was doing: calmly reading my book as I listen to music. I hear the knock again, I’m getting tired of this, they continued to knock and I shouted “Haha, very funny kids, go home, it’s late.” The knock stopped, but only for a few seconds… There was a knock again. “I’m serious! Quit it!” It stops yet again, and then it begins to sound more violent.
It happened again, but the knock was more sudden and fast. I jumped as it grew louder, loud enough to feel the vibrations from the noise bounce off my chest. A jolt of fear spread across my body, I run to the door and open it as quickly as I could, but still nobody. I shut the door, my paranoia consuming me as I lock it without hesitation, hurrying to the windows, locking them as well. I begin to pace around my living room, running my fingers through my hair. I bite my fingernails, rushing to the window as I peer through the curtain, waiting for the knocking to begin again. Then I hear it again… But not from my front door… It’s coming from my bedroom. It’s in my house?! My body is full of painful jolts of fright. I feel hot streams of water stream down my cheeks, I was crying. I fall to my knees, unable to move as the tears continue to dance down my already soggy cheeks.
I begin to tremble, still unable to move. Footsteps… I hear footsteps walking towards me. My eyes widen and I start crying harder, what is happening? What is going on? Finally I see a silhouette of a man… Only I don’t see any features, just an outline. He kneels before me, his deep dark eyes staring into mine, at that moment I felt myself being consumed, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t even breathe. His eyes are darker than he is… My vision grows feint, and I feel my body collapse all at once as I grow cold. Someone save me. I can feel my throat become dry, as if I was choking on straight cinnamon. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe, help me, someone please help me. I can feel myself be consumed into his eyes, as if he was taking every part of me, taking my essence, taking me. A sharp pain begins to dig into my ribs; I managed to look down… It was his nails. I tried to scream for help, but my mouth couldn’t move, it was as if someone sewn it shut. I struggled and tried to open my mouth, but something kept pulling at my lips. I felt my eyes begin to roll to the back of my head, and my chest was rising, like someone reaching from the inside, and pulling me up causing me to levitate from the ground.
I was bleeding a great amount, I could feel the hot, thick stream pour out of me, and I could smell the metallic scent of its crimson as it drops ever so slowly to the puddle that has pooled underneath me. I finally get a glimpse of his face and saw. He had no eyes, just sockets, his mouth has fangs the size of my pinky, and his skin was pale. Was it the Devil? No… A vampire? Maybe… But I could see through him… All I remember after that was seeing complete black as I began to drift off; the loss of blood was so great that I passed out.
