Undead

I heard sounds downstairs. and tightened my grip on the chopping knife so tight, my knuckles turned white.

"Dad? " No answer.

I crept downstairs as quietly as possible with these damned creaking floorboards.

"Dad? " Still no answer.

I got to the living room and what I saw still makes my blood curdle when I think about it. Dad is hanging from the ceiling, only theres no head. He's staring at me from the floor, his face contorted in agony and theres blood everywhere. I scream and then everything goes black.

I wake up and its dark. I'm chained up and standing, my hair is matted up and sticking to my head. It smells like death in here. I can't move. I'm about to scream for help but then I see Him. I don't know who He is but I can feel his hold on me.

"Hello my darling pet. how are you?"

He touches my face as he says this; his fingers are cold and his eyes are an odd mix of the colours of fire and brilliant sunshine and his gaze is intense as if he is seeing my soul. and he has fangs. I recoil.