Ch.5
The floorboards creaked and wailed as the person above me walks. As they get to the door that leads down into my room the movement stops. Seconds passed and no movement has been made. Hunger and antagonizing pain in my stomach builds up. "What are they doing up there?" I think to myself. That's when I hear the smallest noise. The room got quiet and not a sound was made then, the door opened with a small creak.
"H-Hello...?" the voice sounded distant and un-sure. My mind was racing. Death spun around my head like vultures surrounded their prey. As it walked down the stairs I could tell if it was a guy. The heaviness of his footsteps, the grunts made by him and the chains clinking against his shirt. I quickly got up and hide in my closet. Peering through the shutter like doors I could see my room from a different angle. The sun light seeping in through the boarded up windows, my all-readymade bed, and pizza boxes everywhere including beer the cans. My dark white walls, ugly recliner chair, Victorian maple wood dresser, and my wallet which lay on the top of it. As the man came down stairs my room filled with darkens. Not even the light that was seeping in was there, even my hunger had disappeared.
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That One Story
VampireIn this book there is two stories that twist and combine together. Ben and Harry the two best friends that go through everything together face the dangers of being who they are. They aren't ordinary people, let's just say not people at all.
