Stirgolia

idea for a new novel

I feel very privileged to be amongst the Romanian country side
All the beauty here, steeped in such history, but some if it's history rather dark
I left my motel to walk amongst the countryside, my heart being my guide
It is starting to be night, soon I will be within the night, the dark.
 
I know all the legend and lore about being all alone at night
According to legend this is when the undead come out to play
It is so dark, I am starting to get afraid, in the darkness I have no light
In the horizon, I see lights, I start toward them, with no delays.
 
I hear the creatures of the night, as they sing their haunting song
The wind is blowing, the air so cold, it chills me to the very bone
I hasten my pace toward the lights, in the lights that is where I belong
The lights I see, seem so inviting, here I know I will not be alone.
 
Reaching this small villiage, there is no one to be found
Houses and shops are here, there is a certain eeriness in the air, I tremble, from the fear, I start to feel
The silence is deafening, I hear not one sound
Where is everyone? O. K., now what is happening? What is the deal?
 
Walking through the small village, I feel many eyes as at me they stare
Something about this place just isn't right, I just can't put my finger on what is wrong
All the lights, all the buildings, just like a ghost town, I think here, I should tread lightly, I should beware
I try to hold on to my sanity, I tell my self not to be scared, I must be strong.
 
In one of the buildings, I see a shadow, summoning courage, I knock on the door
An old woman answers the door, saying," Welcome, please come in, you are probably hungry and need to be fed
This weird feeling I really don't know what to do, I wonder what else lies in store
Then the old lady says, " From here you will never leave because now you are among the undead.