Date at Midnight

"She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu."

It was a dark night. The dim moon was clouded over by black. There were no sounds to be heard other than that of nature. Leaves that were left were lightly rustling as the midnight breeze swam through the trees. Suddenly, a faint, faint glow is seen in the distance. The swaying light of a hand held lantern glistens through the ocean of black columns and soft footsteps are heard.

Crunch, crunch... Crunch...Crunch...

There was a woman. All dressed in black and red with milk white skin and faux rosy red cheeks. She didn't look the least bit concerned, with her head up high, walking home this night. 

 Crunch... crunch, crunch...Crunch...

She felt fearless at this time. Out, alone. No one around to appease or displease. For a short while, this freedom was liberating, but worry began to sink in as all the leaves underneath her feet looked the same and so did the trees. She couldn't remember exactly how long she had been walking and how long she had been looking at the ground to see if it was changing.

"No matter, I'll be home soon," She reassured herself.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath, exhaling slowing. 

"Where are you headed at this hour?" A deep whisper asked. 

The woman gasped. Her eyes opened, startled, frantically looking around the darkness. She held the lantern close to her body. She couldn't render herself to speak, to question the strange phenomena, if any in reality, has just occurred. There was nothing ahead of her, so she ran forward, ran until she couldn't run anymore. Her mind was flooded with the thought of that voice, how it sounded, how it felt. She was sure it was real. She could feel the breath, such simple words that made all the hair on her body stand up horrified, and yet excited.

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Now covered in the leaves and damp dirt of autumn, she arrived home. Time had surpassed her. Night felt like an eternity. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

"I must've been tired. It's late after all." She reassured herself again. The thought of hearing such things, ridiculous. 

A white gown. Flowing dark hair. She looked out the bedroom window. Nothing strange outside. Literally, nothing but black to see. The candles had been lit to provide her with a sense of comfort and they seemed more than adequate enough to ease her concern. She made her way into bed, brought the quilt to cover her head and closed her eyes. 

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The feeling of fingertips brushing across her neck caused her to wake up. Unable to move, she forced herself to voice out, "Who's there?" No response. The feeling of coldness enveloped her. She repeated herself. "Who's there?" With lips to her neck, the familiar voice replies, 

"Nosferatu" 

Author's Note

Ignore the grammar problems. Let me know what you think.