I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I remember Jasper and I giving each other's number before we both left. I checked my phone to see if there was any message, there wasn't any.
Im pretty sure he'll message me. I'm sure of it.
I quickly took a shower and got ready for the day. I put my black summer dress with ripped tights and combat boots. When I got finished getting ready for the day I finished putting things in the right places in my house. When I got that out of the way I messaged Jasper. I asked if he wants to meet up somewhere tonight.
I sat on my couch and stared at the ceiling. Letting boredom posses me. Then I heard a drip drop noise coming from the living room. I sat there, frozen. The air went cold. Shivers down my spine
Frighten yet curious, I went to my living room. And what I saw was disturbing. There lying against the wall next to my shelf of Chinese set of dishes was a man. His wist dripping blood. His wrists slit open.
I fell down to my knees and screamed.
YOU ARE READING
The Man from the Cemetery
VampirA 23 year old Gothic girl moves into a new town to start a new writing in her books. One night she finds herself relaxing at a small cemetery and meets a mischievous man yet dark and handsome. What will happen to her? What's gonna happen? Read to f...
