I've always been facinated by the supernatural stories.
Creatures like vampires and werewolves make me quiver
Not of fear but of longing
I've always wanted to have powers
To be strong, invincible
But all this does frighten me too
and there is this nightmare that I got last night...
I woke up abrutly, breathing hard.
I was lying on the kitchen floor.
Why was I on the floor? What happened?
I stood up and I walked through the familiar rooms.
The sweet metallic scent of blood was floating in the air.
I followed the trail of the scent and I suddenly bumped into my reflection in the large mirrir decorating a wall of the dining room.
I looked at what seemed tto be me.
The person in the mirror was wearing a long white dress which was tainted by large spots of blood.
I then put my hands in front of me and I was so horrified at what I saw that a strangled sound came out of my throat.
My hands were both covered with blood.
The blood seemed to have come out of my mouth and down her throat and onto my dress.
It was as if I just fed myself with blood.
Surely not mine.
In an instant, I was out of the room and running up the stairs and stopped abrutly, horrified and disgusted at what I saw.
Dead. They were all dead.