Creation

Final Halloween Eve

This chapter is an entry for 'The Haunted Story' Challenge by Just Write It (Halloween Vault Prompt #30)

Word count: 500

Bones' legs gave up as the eight-legged creature sprouts from the ground. Its face made of rocks and green slime dripped from its froglike tongue. Beware . . .

Thanks for the call, Romeo. I'm supposed to continue describing the Kwaad, and it turns to have a . . .

The Kwaad isn't nicknamed Halloween's Curse for anything of

My fingers must've gone mad.

"Cocoon Pizza!" Followed by the quacking doorbell. 

I grab my wallet and storm downstairs, approaching the impatient courier.

Bones' chest is about to explode. How can nobody realize what the

The sins of eating pizza while typing. Besides having an oily keyboard, there's another typo.

The Kwaad, as the name suggests, is a malicious assassin. To eliminate Bones from the population of Sheep-wool Neighborhood, which is supposed to be free of . . . der vampyr

I whip back quickly as a loud slam resounds behind. I swear I had locked this window!

I examine the white and dusty sash lock. I asked dad to replace my old one last week, and now it doesn't lock anymore?

Horrifying images flashed in Bones' head. Of the pleas of her victims, the blood-transporting from their blood vessels to her tongue . . . this

My eyes are sore by the time I return to my desk, after calling dad and inform him of the window's oddity. 

Bones should've realized earlier. She may have thought that the people of Sheep-wool Neighborhood have the best blood within her reach, but there's a flaw in her . . . night.

The bold numbers on my lock screen say it's eleven o'clock.

Unlike usual, she struggled to release the piercing beam from her tonsil. While her physical movements are rapid and hurried, her ability doesn't perform as excellent as so.

My arms and back are stiff after hours remaining on the same spot.

When I return to my wooden desk, a dotless black has taken over the screen, like a viscous tar.

Goodness! The program must haven't saved the latest version of my draft! Oh, in the name of all forsaken names . . .

At once, a frantic violin symphony blares, and I clutch my heart in terror, stepping back.

"You've been warned." A clipped grip clams around my neck, and I scream, clawing around.

What's happening? Who's—?

"The mistypes. Beware of the Der Vampyr this night."

I can't believe it. My doubts were proven true. The mistyped words form a message.

"I guessed," I said, whimpering. "Was it to scare me off?" Every word shakes like an earthquake's epicenter.

"No." The voice becomes more feminine. But at the same time, my neck aches, and my skin runs cold. "I'm here to stop you. Oh, and I'm Bones, the main character in your humiliating story.

"The Kwaad's about to kill me."

I should've chosen a worthier main character than this victory-obsessed vampire.

"I won't kill you, for if I do, my fate won't alter. So save my life, or risk being a vampire assassin like me for the rest of your life. Your choice."