The Graveyard

Beads of sweat dripped down my face as I woke up. It was strange as I always slept like an angel. The dream came back to me, the red eyes, the teeth, the screaming. Breathing heavily, I tried to forget about the dream that was haunting my conscience. I looked outside to see that it was snowing. Then a blood curdling scream was heard maybe the scream wasn't part of the dream? Trying not to wake my fiancé Betty, I quickly ran outside following the voice. It took me down the street and around the block. The cries seemed to be coming from the old graveyard, God knows what sorts would be in there at this time of night. Hesitantly, I continued, picking up a steel pipe that was lying on the ground. With my newly found weapon, some confidence returned. Quickly ducking through the gate, I hurried forward through the snow covered grass. The wind was howling as if carrying the sounds of the dead, I began to wish I had brought my jacket. The graveyard was terrifying at night, every slight sound made me jump. Suddenly, the screaming stopped and a menacing laugh was heard from the distance. I gripped my piece of metal tighter. As I looked up, I stopped dead in my tracks. The colour drowned from my face. Dropping my weapon, I ran towards the body of the young girl. She lived at the end of my street and couldn't have been past fifteen years old. She had so much life in her, who could've done this? Checking her pulse, there was no beat. She was dead. The chuckling continued, there was a slim figure shaded by the night.

"Did you do this to her? You'll pay for this," I yelled. Shaking with both rage and fear I stood up ready to fight. The figure seemed unmoved, even amused, by my burst of anger. Stepping forward into the moonlight, more of his face could be seen. This was not a man, but a creature of the devil. It had piercing eyes, the colour of rubies and skin the colour of the surrounding snow, yet this what not the thing that phased me. Instead, it was the two long fangs that hung from his mouth like daggers. I tried to run as he crept towards me smiling even more as I cowered in fear. The creature howled snapping me out of my trance and I turned and ran faster than the wind itself, glancing behind me the figure seemed to be casually strolling along yet he was closing the distance between us. I tripped over a grave and lunged forward. My twisted ankle hurt, I couldn't breathe and my head spun. Slowly, I sat up and saw the name on the gravestone, 'Fred Johnson'.

"What?" I gasped, rubbed my eyes and read it again. Yes, that said my name, questions filled my brain. None of them good.

"How convenient, you've found your grave, saves me carrying you here later." It walked closer as a scream came pouring out of my mouth. "No one's going to hear you. Freddy, we are deep in the graveyard now." It was close enough for me to smell the putrid taste of death in its mouth. The creature opened its mouth wider than any human ever could and lunged towards my neck. A scaring rush of pain seared my neck, and my head began to spin like a merry go round. I desperately tried to fight back, not that it was any use as he was stronger than any man. It seemed to drink my blood. My eyes bulged as a rabbit passed by peacefully watching. Great, the only witness to my murder would be a rabbit. This devil would reign free with no one to witness there was no proof, he could do this to dozens more people before he was caught.

"Burn in hell," the pain became unbearable, I screamed with one last pathetic attempt to escape. The last thought that ran through my head was my darling Betty and my love for her. I finally lost to the darkness that took over. Then there was nothing...