The Vampire Servant (Editing)

Secrets behind a locked room

The rest of the day consisted of chores. Cleaning, sweeping, feeding the horses, and all the other tasks that were so kindly provided by the missing father. Followed by small scraps of dinner half heartedly donated by the villagers, and two hours of sleep. I may not know what my dear friend had up his sleeve, but it was never good.

I had kindly waited for him. Occasionally sending glances at the clock. Midnight. One in the morning. Two. Two thirty. The clock slowly changed to three. Also known as the witching hour. It will remain un-known why I had stayed so long. Curiosity maybe? Or perhaps the fear of being left alone during the most dangerous hour of the day.

I sighed. "Geez where are you?"
"Right here." A voice boomed.
"Ahh" A girl like scream escaped my lips, my arms reached up protectively and my body fell back, before I knew it. Craig's laugh echoed against the old walls. His body, still barley visible from the lack of light. Only his outline was seen.

"Your such a girl Marc" he joked. I only waved him off. Still trying to clam down my racing heartbeat. My breaths were shallow and shaking, along with my body. 'Why must I be the scaredy cat, and Craig the fearless one?' I bitterly thought.

"So why exactly are we here at this hour?" I questioned. My voice still shaking out of fear.
Craig's outline showed a smirk.
"Were here to see what's behind that door." My eyes widened. He can't be serious?
"...no way, I'm not going in there" I complained.
"Relax Cinderella, it's not like the priest him self is hiding behind that door just to scare you."
"That's not what I'm afraid of!" I countered. 'it's what other person could possibly be behind there.'

Craig only shook his head.
"Don't be such a scardy cat Marc, you can't live your life in fear. Aren't you just a little bit curious?"
"Curiosity killed the cat" My voice countered again. Craig sighed. He knew that he was fighting a losing battle.
"Alright, if you insist. But that means you have to keep watch..."
"Alright."
"... And make sure that no one enters"
"Sounds easy"
..especially the ghost of the undead that still haunt this place."
I felt my heart drop. Craig's smirk widened. He knew he had me there. This was a church after all. Where the funerals happen, and the undead still wander around. I felt a cold shiver run up my spine just thinking about it.

"A...actually, I think I'll tag along"
"Great" My once best friend cheered. "I knew you had it in you" Craig began to walk past me, expecting me to follow, Which after hearing about the ghosts, I did.

As we both traveled farther and farther down the old wooden stairs, I couldn't help but jump at every little creak and bang. But would you blame me? After hearing that my home was haunted by probably hundreds of wandering spirits, how else was I supposed to react?

My hands, once again shaking from fear held into the walls for support. Craig was already far ahead of myself. But now he was getting harder to see as well. But I had to focus on the bright side. At least his foot steps sound like thunder.

Eventually I did catch up to him. He had stopped a couple steps away from the door. Both of our breaths were shaky and heavy. In fact out breaths were the only sounds in the entire building. I looked at Craig. Earning a stare back. His light blue eyes, showed both fear and curiosity. I was unable to see my own. But I was sure mine showed just fear.

"Well..." I started. "l...ladies first.." I tried to joke. Seeing as Craig wasn't going to make his own.
"Alright Cinderella, go on" He joked along. Fear still evident in his own voice. I pretty much walked into that one. But it was strange to see the most fearless person, well afraid.

'Here goes nothing' I thought. My shaky hands reached up and clasped onto the door knob. The cold metal sent more shivers down my spine. The door knob felt like actual ice. 'Just what is behind this door?' I thought. My hand began to turn the door knob without my consent. I looked down in more fear. Something began to compel my body to move foreword. The large wooden door opened. Earning a large creek that one would hear in scary stories. Inside, was total darkness. My legs began to wobble foreword. I wasn't even ready to move. 'Why is my body acting so strange?'

"Wait" My friend called out. My body stopped in it's place Escaping it's trance.
"I have a feeling something evil is in there. Put this on first before entering." Craig tossed me a necklace. Which consisted of a large cross in the middle. I sent him a confused look.
"Don't worry, I'm already wearing one!" He answered. "I'm not one to obsess over God, but just in case." I nodded. My hands reached to the side, where what felt like a small candle was waiting. Underneath, was a match. 'Perfect, they were expecting us' My thoughts joked. With one swift flick on the wrist the candle was lit.

I moved inside, the room was, empty. For the most part. Craig pushed me aside.
"Huh... Looks like you were scared for nothing." His hand patted my back. We both searched around the front part of the room. Only small books were on the floor.
"Looks like the old man was keeping his diaries secret." Craig joked once again. It was good to know, that he had returned to his old self. But diaries, he can't be serious? My hand reached down and grasped a dark purple book. Dust completely covered the title. I blew out, making all the dust disappear in a split second.

The book surprisingly had no title. I skimmed through the pages looking for some sort of writing. But all the pages remained blank. Sighing, I gently places the book down.

"What's back there?" Craig asked. Picking up the candle, my friend began to steadily walk toward the end of the room. I ignored him, expecting there to be more books.

" Hey, you might want to see this" Craig's called out. I turned toward him to see the last thing I would expect.
"What's a coffin doing down here?" I asked. Knowing my friend would be unable to answer.

We both looked at each other. Craig patiently waited for me to give him some sort of explanation. After all, I was the one who lived here. But even I didn't know what to say. It was very strange. Father only keeps bibles. Why are these book even here, and it's rare for father to just leave coffins lying around.

"Must be for a funeral"
"Maybe" Craig hummed in response. His hands traced over the lid of the coffin. He crouched down in front of the lid. Not even bothering to move his hands.
"What are you doing?" I blurted out.
"Oh" he sent me an innocent smile "just checking to see who died." I felt my heart jump up my throat. He can't be serious?
"
"Y..you can't be serous?! We came to see the room. We should let the dead rest" I pleaded. Craig ignored me. His hand started banging on the lid.
"I wonder who it was? From the looks of it, this person must have been pretty rich." The brave boy in front of me commented. I felt the feeling of anxiety grow on me. What if someone comes in?

'BANG'
"What was that sound?" I asked worriedly. Craig abruptly stood up. Sending me a worried glance.
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'BANG, BANG'
"Sounds like it's coming from upstairs." Craig pointed out. "Stay here, I'm going to check it out"
"I'll come with you" I commented. Only to be stopped by Craig.
"No, you stay here. I will come get you when it's safe."
"But...."
"No buts!" Craig force fully shut the door. I froze in place. The force was so great that it surprised me. My body moved back and crashed into the coffin.

The coffins lid slide off. I turned around to see the face of a man who appeared to be in his early twenties. Shoulder length raven black hair cascaded around his face. His outfit consisted of a simple butler outfit, made out of what looks like expensive silk.
"He really must be rich" I muttered to myself. Standing up I cautiously walked toward the door. When I tried to turn the handle, it immediately froze in place.
"Locked?" A voice boomed behind me. Turning around I was met with two blood red eyes.