King of the Undead? No, He's My Room Mate

Part 2

"Left hook!" I screamed as I swung my left hand directly at the intruder's face. If I was going to die at lest I'd go down swinging.

Instead of hitting solid face, like I intended, all my fist hit was dark purple smoke which coiled away in the air.

Oh my goodness girl, get yourself together...I jumped off the couch and looked around.  The coffin was still there and very much empty.

All the doors are locked, and there is no way someone was just in front of me.  I looked down at the half-empty ice cream container, and gently sealed it up.

"Maybe that was too much of a horror film..." I gulped.  "I think I'll just go to bed."

Gathering up my many blankets, and the package of licorice for good measure, I quickly ran up the stairs and locked myself in my bedroom.  Jumping under the covers I pulled out a small little league bat that I had confiscated from my brother and curled up shaking.

It took a few hours but I slowly fell away into a fearful restless sleep.

The next morning was beautiful.  The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I had a kink in my back from sleeping on top of a baseball bat.  Groaning I rolled out of bed and tried to stretch.  Suddenly the events of last night came back.  Shuffling out of my room I craned my neck over the railing to see the entry way.

A big dirty crate was still very much there and taking up the whole space.

"Oh, shit I forgot about that," I groaned.  How was I supposed to pack away a whole crate.

In truth I had hoped that it had just been a bad dream brought on by food poisoning.

"Well no use working on an empty stomach, right."  

Gripping my baseball bat tightly I slowly crept down the stairs.  Stepping across the plush hallway rug I inspected the crate.  Whatever it was, from whomever, I needed to check it out.  In the daylight.

It looked just like it did last night.  Muddy.

The coffin was another story.  The sleek black lid was shut, and I distinctly remembered it open.  Gingerly I crept closer.  It looked normal enough.  Taking my bat I reached out and tapped it lightly before jumping away.

Nothing.

Then again what did I expect? Dracula.

Letting out a breath of relief I stood closer and placed my hand on the top.  It was cold.

Now closer I could see that the silver lines really were delicate silver vines and they had leaves too.  Smaller flowers were inlaid with what looked to be diamonds that sparkled when the light caught it just so.  Tiny bats carved from what looked to be obsidian were inlaid int the wood and were both flying or perched around the vines.  Freaky but beautiful.

"Phew," I whistled.  "That's really intricate.  Must have been an expensive prank."  My mind whirled with possible plans to get those girls back.  Brittany and Jessica had it coming.

The I noticed a small ruby latch on the side.  I wanted to try and open it. I reached out but stopped, my hand hovering only a few inches away.

"What's gotten into me."  I pulled my hand away.  "Do I have a death wish or something.  It could be cursed or worse..." My mind flicked back to the violet eyed being from last night.

But against my damned better judgement I had to see what was inside.  I grabbed the side of the lid and pulled.

Nothing.