Don't Let The Dead Bite

Prolouge

"A MIND BLOWING EXPERIENCE OF THE OCCULT AND SUPERNATURAL." The TV echoed as the light from it lit up the room in different flashes of coloured light. The name PETER VINCENT appeared on the box in a ghost white, with fog surrounding the letters. A flame went up the screen as the man himself appeared. He was stood in leather and had most of his chest on display. The commercial changed showing multiple different scenes, each showing Peter Vincent as a rock and roll bad boy who was brave and fierce. Around the room the sound of a wet chomp could be heard. On the table a dog that was white and brown was standing with its head bent, happily helping itself to the food that was left abandoned on the table, not seeming bothered about anything. The TV changed from the commercial onto the news where they announced that a woman had been attacked and said that the man had tried to bite her.

The sound of thunder could be heard through the walls making the home seem gloomy and eerie. The house itself was quiet. It would have appeared as though no one was living in the house if there was no sound coming from the TV. Darkness reached most corners, there were only a few lights that came from inside the rooms. The hallways would have been completely dark if not for the bedroom doors being open, allowing light to escape.

At the end of the dark hallway a door slammed open as a 17 year old male crashed into it. Through the gap in the door the sound of tearing flesh came through, cutting through the eerie silence that once filled the house. The girl inside the room was shaking violently as the male backed up against the wall in shock, covered in blood, before he scrambled up and ran, tripping and falling down next to the dog. A loud growl sounded as the 17 year old raced upstairs. He went into another room that had light to see a woman lying dead on top of a frilly bed. Blood on pale pink sheets. Time seemed as though it had stopped moving for a second before the male snapped out of his trance. He ran over to the other side of the bed where an adult male was lying in his own blood. The 17 year old ignored his lifeless corpse and got under the bed without a second thought. He reached between the mattress and pulled out a small gun that was hidden in the bloodstained bed. As he brought it under the bed with him he noticed the lock on it. Turning to the dead male next to him he reached into his pockets and pulled out the keys with shaky hands. His heart was beating rapidly and his chest moved up and down in quick motions. His shaky hands made him struggle with the keys. He was in such concentration that he didn't seem to notice the corpse beside him being dragged away from the bed that he resided under. Finally undoing the lock it clattered to the floor, making a thud in the pile of blood that it landed in. The young male looked over to see a veiny green and grey arm and hand reach down. Long nails reached around the lock and swiftly picked it up from the pool of blood. The male under the bed took a shaky breath as he began to realise that his chances of survival were slim. He held his breath in hopes that he wouldn't be found as he waited.

A growl sounded as the bed was turned over in one violent throw, making the young male exposed. He was paralysed by fear. The creature that loomed over him stood tall. Veins were dark and visible under the skin...human, but not quite. The young male was dragged away, with no way to escape his death.

I awoke in cold sweat. Panting heavily as the vivid dream I had still lingered in my mind. The sun peered through the window blinding me whilst also proving comfort from the nightmare that had purged my mind. My sheets had been thrown onto the carpet floor due to my constant tossing and turning during the night and the room was boiling from the sun. I sat up and brought my legs close to me, resting my head on knee as my tiredness slowly left me.

"Elena! Are you going to wake up soon?" My mother called out to me from outside the house. I groaned before getting up and starting my day.