Sam was trapped. An unknown force had her pinned against the wall she had screamed for help but no one had responded to her calls, she heard a smash through the roof something big had fallen. Sam continued to cry out and struggle, no one came for her, she was alone.
Meanwhile at another part of the house Nat, Zac and Nick had just witnessed the awakening of Jordan. Nat was scared but not as scared as before, they had a vampire on their side. "Nick do something," she screamed. Nick charged with full speed and full confidence at Jordan. Jordan grabbed his neck and threw him at the ceiling. Zac and Nat witnessed in horror at Nicks limp body lying on the ground. "HAHAHA you think you can kill me! WELL GUESS WHAT! I'm a vampire hehehe." Nick said to Jordan as he got up and went straight for Jordan again. Jordan pulled out a wooden stake and stabbed Nick.
~Nick was dead, for real this time.~
Zac couldn't help but laugh, but now they had a bigger problem, they were defenceless against Jordan without a vampire. Zac ran straight out the door. "ZAC WHATS WRONG WITH YOU! WAIT FOR ME." Nat shouted at him. "Nuuuuu every man for himself." Zac replied. He did not want to die.
Zac ran into beth and Theo, beth was carrying a baseball bat while Theo cowered behind her. "Run!!!" He yelled. And he didn't have to say it twice, the two were on running behind him. Zac ran to the front door and tried to twist it! "where is the damn key?!" He exclaimed. Beth and Theo abandoned him both running separate ways. Zac was alone and started to panic. He saw a shadow coming down the corridor, Zac stood frozen in shock.
Soon Jordan was face to face with him. Jordan grabbed Zac around the neck and whispered something in his ear. Zac's eyes went dead cold and the life was squeezed out of him until he was nothing but a pale lifeless figure.
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Master of the Candle
ParanormalEight friends go on a road trip down South. Along the way they meet other friends and see an abandoned house. Unaware and unsuspecting these friends stay at the house. Death hangs fresh in the air and trusts are broken with each passing moment.