Dripping Blood

Vampires, werewolves, reapers. When ever you heard of these creatures you would think, fairytale, evil, the monster in your closet or hiding under your bed, or so that's what your parents told you, to keep you glued to your bed at night. But, did you ever think for that one moment were it's pure silent, and all you can here is the creeping of the walls, the mice scattering above your head in the cracks of the roof, did you ever think they could be real? Waiting in the dark midnight shadows, for the right moment to strike and claim there land, ounce again. The land that was once theirs, that will once again be theirs.