I tried to sleep that night. Only the blood and the girl were on my mind. Just blood, I found myself shaking of fear. I didn't know that spirits could do that. It's hard to sleep.
"Just need some fresh air." I said getting out of bed.
I got dressed. A black corset with ripeed black jeans and combat boots. I look at my bathroom. The moonlight shined bright that I could see that there is no blood or a blonde girl lying on the bathroom floor. I go to the bathroom and do my hair and makeup. Black eyeliner and red lipstick. I grab my car keys and drive to my relaxing place.
The cemetery.
It's only midnight which meant that only fast food restraunt and diners are open. I grab a chocolate frappe from McDonalds and park my car at the parking lot at the cemetery. I grab my frappe and my writing bag (which is just journals and pens). It's beautiful. The moon sing so bright that it shows every tombstone. I smiled and climb over the locked gates.
I lookl around as I took a sip of the frappe. I found a tree on the left side of the cemetery. Perfect for sitting and relaxing. I sat against the tree ans close my eyes as I lay my head back. I heard leaves crunch behind the tree.
My heart stopped.
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The Man from the Cemetery
VampireA 23 year old Gothic girl moves into a new town to start a new writing in her books. One night she finds herself relaxing at a small cemetery and meets a mischievous man yet dark and handsome. What will happen to her? What's gonna happen? Read to f...
