I had to stay late for work. When I got free,it was 12:00PM. The moon was shining brightly and stars were pricking in the cold, lifeless sky. For a September night, it was abnormally chilly. No soul was in sight when I started walking towards my home. It wasn't very far so I didn't have to worry about transportation problems. The silver moon planted in the onyx sky looked like a mystical door leading to another world.
The eerie silence of my surrounding made my blood as cold as the autumnal air, occasionally blowing through my auburn curls. My shoes made a disturbing noise in that fearful stillness. I jumped out of my skin when a cat knocked down a dustbin lid. "Just great,"I thought, trying to calm my pounding heart.
The tall mossy pines that lined the street placed every few meters casted strange shadows,their boughs seemed to be twisted into distorted faces significantly adding to the creepiness of the night. The unusualness shrouding me was playing with my imagination and I felt afraid of my own shadow. Somewhere near, a band of sassy owls decided to play their latest song"Hoot em to death"nearly giving me a heart attack.
"I swear I am never going to stay this late even if that surly, sulky, nuisance of a boss tells me to get the sack,"I promised myself. "Sure, if you reach the house alive," my not quite so helpful brain tortured me.
I heaved a sigh of relief when the traffic lights came in view. Just 20 minutes more and I will be snuggling in my bed, all the childish fears gone.When I reached the signal, I had an ominous feeling that someone was following me, someone I would certainly not be pleased to meet. "Don't look back!",I told myself. Mostly everything in a movie goes wrong because the victim looks back but then I did the one thing I shouldn't have done. I looked back and what I saw paralyzed me with fear.
Golden eyes with a hint of blood crimson seemed to be ablaze radiating power, with skin as pale as fires when mastered by the night, raven hued hair a highly luminous sheen lightening them and razor sharp fangs glistening in the moonlight with blood thirstiness etched on them. A long reddish mantle like cloak was blowing behind that fearsome vampire , sending shivers down my back. If it was any other time I would surely have made a comment or two about its fashion sense but it wasn't any other time.
The monster slowly descended towards me and that's when the adrenaline pumped through my veins. My senses unfroze bringing back my consciousness. And I did the only thing every victim does. I ran! My heart was beating furiously in my throat as I blindly bolted towards my house. The monster was running after me. The only sound was of its cloak slicing through the wind. Prickly fingers ran through my spine as I sensed an ice cold shadow behind me and I ran with all I was worth. Panic clawed at my throat and I couldn't breathe. The surrounding was a blur and my head was spinning.
After running for what seemed like an eternity I finally reached my house. Without wasting another second,I fumbled through the keys and opened the door. With shaking hands I hurriedly locked the door and the windows. All my strength suddenly left me and I fell down with my back against the door gasping for air. I was trembling with fear and soaking wet with perspiration. My heart thundered in my chest as I waited for the monster to get me. I hugged my knees burying my head in them as tears began to roll down my cheeks in an endless stream. I felt so helpless, so powerless, so insignificant. The long merciless claws of fear were tightening their grip around my heart as I tried to remember the holy verses I had learnt. My mind felt numb and I couldn't think straight.
Several minutes passed and nothing happened. The holy verses gradually found their way to my lips and the fear enveloping me began to dissipate. I stood up weakly on my aching legs and staggered towards my bedroom. With my nerves still on edge I switched on the night lights and sank in the bed. My bed felt uncomfortable like a bush of stinging nettles. The soft blue glow of the night light illuminating the room soothed me.
My eyes began to droop as the weariness of the night settled in and with millions of thoughts clouding my mind I fell into a deep slumber.
When I woke up in the morning, rays of sunshine were peeking in from the windows brightening the room. There was no sign of the horrible events from the night. With all my fear gone now, I began to think maybe it was just another fit of my imagination running wild. That had happened a few times in the past.
I hopped out of the bed happy to be alive. I had overslept but who cared about stupid office just about now. I was appalled to realize I was a terrible mess. After taking a long relaxing bath I tidied the room and decided to make my favourite breakfast Pancakes!.
I was just glad all the trauma from last night was over and wanted to take some time to appreciate myself and life. That's when the shrill sound of a Police siren echoed cutting through the silence of the room.
Mr.Watson next door had been murdered.