How late she sleeps. Humans are a diverse bunch (almost as diverse as us!), I've witnessed a wide array of their capering when the clock ticks down to their final day on this plane of existence. From seeing it out with their loved ones, to futilely fleeing as far as they can, there are those even, who, refusing to go quietly, embark on a killing spree before the clock runs out.
And all manner of things in between.
Yet this one is up on top deck snoring her little lungs out. Oh well! All the more time for me to raid the fridge and cupboards. Look at this, Angel Delight—jackpot!
Here is our bleary-eyed quarry now. Can you hear her battle cry? It would seem she has remembered that today she wakes up dead.
I fear she didn't pay our memo much heed as she thinks we are seven vampires! Us! Did you ever hear anything as absurd? I'm going to choke on this packet of biscuits if she doesn't stop with this madness. Neither holy water nor stakes will stop us, dear!
Here we go; she's setting the curtains alight. We've got ourselves a live one, boys!
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31 Days of Spooky Tales
HorrorA spine-tingling collection of bloodcurdling microfiction inspired by the "30 Days of Spooky Tales" prompts offered up by the @adultfiction, @ChickLit, @MicroBytes and @Paranormal profiles.