Stupid Scary Stories

Dracula

Set in 1789

It was a dark and snowy night. The cold air biting the skin of two men who rode on coaches through the forest. Everything from the creek that the trees made when they swayed, left and right, to the sound of the crows when they flew away from danger. The men weren't scared. They only had one motive in mind that prevented them from turning back and returning to the small town they abandoned. They had to find Dracula, capture him and end his rampage.

After hours of treading through the forest, the men stumbled across mysterious footprints. It was hard to make out the shape as it had been snowed on but was still visible.

They followed the footprints to a small abandoned church. They stopped for a minute to think about the danger that may be up ahead, in the end it was decided they must not turn back. They would be named cowards by the townsfolk and must go on. The footprints stopped at the door...

One of the men was going to knock when the door instantly flew open. They walked inside. It was dark. The windows where shattered and cobwebs were everywhere. The doors suddenly shut behind them and reality hit them. "What are we doing?" They thought "We have families and we must return to see our children grow!"

They banged on the door. "LET US OUT!" They screamed.

"Too late" They heard a voice from behind them so they turned round.

Pale skin. Midnight black hair. It was Dracula.

The thought hit their mind, as if forcing itself through a wall they had built to protect themselves. As expected, Dracula pierced their veins and drank. Not one drop was left. Slowly they felt more drowsy.

Darkness.

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