The Mysterious Murderer

A Story by PetiteGemini

You never know what can happen after lights out

Before I turned off the lights, I checked the locks. I wasn’t going to risk him coming in and attacking me. I don’t know exactly who “he” is, but the few creepy phone calls and letters told me that he wanted me dead. After checking the window locks and doors, I sighed and turned off the lights. I laid down in my bed, closing my eyes, drifting off to a peaceful dream. After about four hours of sleep, I woke up to a crash. I realized that it was the window breaking. I sat up, letting my eyes adjust to the dark, and saw a dark, looming, evil man baring his fangs and looking at me with deep red eyes the color of blood. I froze, startled and scared, unable to move from fright and not knowing what to do. After staring at him for a while, I realized who it was. Manson, the oldest living vampire in New York, had come for me. It was me he had wanted for his bride since I was born, engraving me with his initials on my ankle, now coming to take me and make sure that it happened.......