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Becca DeMartino
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Giselle dragged her feet down the hallway, clouds of dust forming around her. She still couldn’t believe she let her friends talk her into going into the old, abandoned elementary school on the outskirts of town. The legend goes that 40 years ago, a huge storm hit their small town of Mournhearse, pelting it with rain, sleet, extreme winds, and a few tornadoes touching down. Since their town is on such hilly land, the water gathered at the bottom, which is where the school was located. The building flooded, and the high winds and tornadoes broke through all the windows. Supposedly, there were people still in the building at the time, like janitors, and a few teachers that stayed later in the day to catch up on work. They were never heard from again, and their bodies were never found. The building was left there, untouched. The township never had the heart to tear the school down, so they left it up, and built a new one atop the hill.

            Now, all the high school and college kids dare each other to sneak into it, to see if they can see the ghosts of those who have died there. Tonight was Giselle’s turn, while her friends waited for her at the top of the hill. She was to take pictures of the different areas of the school that she was able to make it to, showing that she actually investigated it and didn’t just stay in one room the whole time. This kind of stuff never really freaked her out that much, but she did have a really bad feeling about this building.

            As she kicked up the dust under her feet, she mentally chastised herself for not taking an allergy pill beforehand. Her sneeze echoed through the long, desolate hallway, sending dust particles every which way. She continued her way down the hall, jumping over fallen chairs and tables that had found their way out of the classroom. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she approached a chair that looked out of the ordinary. It was standing upright, on its four legs, and was facing her. What really got to her were the lines in the dust covered floor coming from each leg of the chair. She bent down, shining her flashlight over the floor to examine it, and noticed there was absolutely no dust covering the tracks, indicating that it was just recently moved. She stood back up, her legs shaking, and shook her head. Don’t think foolish thoughts, she thought to herself. It could have been the wind that moved it or maybe Julie or Elliot came here earlier to move it and try and scare me. She looked around the area, expecting to see some fresh footprints but didn’t see any others besides her own. Pushing any frightening thoughts out of her head, she quickly snapped a picture of the chair on her phone, the flash illuminating the area, and kept walking, not even stopping to check out the picture.

            Goosebumps took over her skin as the cold air swept over her. Her warm breath made the cold air foggy around her. Her phone was hot in her hand, tempting her to take a look at the picture. She tried to ignore it as she ventured on, but it was to no avail. Her curiosity won out as she stopped at the end of the hall and quickly opened her phone. When the image finally loaded on the screen, she froze. Sitting in the chair was a tall dark figure. She couldn’t make out too much, just that it was facing towards her, legs crossed.

    She let out a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding just as a loud screeching noise came up behind her. Her neck cracked as she snapped her head around to see what was making the noise. From the soft glow of the moonlight coming through the broken windows, she saw the same chair that was in the picture racing towards her at an alarming speed. Her body was quickly set in motion as she raced off down the hall to her left. She dodged around open doors and fallen objects, but didn’t see the random gym toys scattered all over the ground. Her right foot landed on top of an almost deflated football and sent her flying. She landed on the ground about 5 feet away and slid superman style in the dust until she hit the end of the hallway. A loud crash echoed behind her. The screeching sound was replaced by thundering footsteps which were heading her way. She could just make out a black silhouette in the distance. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, she pushed herself up and bolted down the corridor to her right. In addition to the footsteps, she was able to make out manic laughter coming from every direction. She stopped at a dead end, her feet sliding in the dust. Her head whipped around trying to find another way to go, or possibly a way out.

    The footsteps grew near, and the laughter even louder. She could feel the blood pumping through her head. She tried to grab her flashlight out of her back pocket, but realized it must have fallen out when she fell. She whipped out her phone and opened up the camera. She started taking pictures, using the flash as a sort of flashlight. She found a large doorway to her left, sans doors, and ran through it. She took pictures of the areas around her as she ran and noticed she was in the gym. She ran over to the opposite side searching for an exit to the outside.

    The footsteps and laughter echoed in from the hallway. Giselle finally found the wall and ran alongside it, her fingers lightly grazing it. Just when she thought the noises were getting too close, it all just….stopped. There was an eerie silence in the gym now. She left the wall and walked towards the center of the gym. She took pictures of the spots around her, seeing nothing from the flashes. She went to the gallery on her phone and opened up all the pictures that she took. She looked through the ones from the hallway but didn’t see much, just dust and junk. Her body stiffened up as she got to the ones she just took in the gym. The very last picture shows the dark figure standing only a few feet away.

    She looked up just in time to see it rush straight towards her. The force of 50 linebackers hit her at once, and sent her flying in the air towards the wall. A loud crack echoed through the air on impact, her body landed face first on the gym floor. She flipped herself onto her back and tried to push herself up but was too weak. Her vision blurred as the figure walked up next to her. The laughter started up again as everything faded away.

    Giselle’s eyes fluttered open to find her friends Julie and Elliot staring down at her. She quickly sat up and looked around, and noticed that she was outside, and no longer in the school. She clawed at her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone. She found the first picture she took with the chair and dark figure, and shoved into her friends faces.

    “Look…look…the figure…” She found it hard to breath and forms words.

    Her friends looked at the picture then turned to her. With a strange look on his face, Elliot said, “Giselle, all we see is a chair. What figure are you talking about?”

    Julie set her hand on Giselle’s arm. “Are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head?”

    Giselle looked at the picture again on her phone. “But…but…he’s there…” The thundering of her heartbeat roared through her ears as she stared into the picture. She couldn’t help but start giggling. It soon turned into full-on, crazy laughter. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop. She looked up, past her friends, and saw the dark figure ascending the hill towards them.

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Giselle dragged her feet down the hallway, clouds of dust forming around her. She still couldn’t believe she let her friends talk her into going into the old, abandoned elementary school on the outskirts of town. The legend goes that 40 years ago, a huge storm hit their small town of Mournhearse, pelting it with rain, sleet, extreme winds, and a few tornadoes touching down. Since their town is on such hilly land, the water gathered at the bottom, which is where the school was located. The building flooded, and the high winds and tornadoes broke through all the windows. Supposedly, there were people still in the building at the time, like janitors, and a few teachers that stayed later in the day to catch up on work. They were never heard from again, and their bodies were never found. The building was left there, untouched. The township never had the heart to tear the school down, so they left it up, and built a new one atop the hill.

            Now, all the high school and college kids dare each other to sneak into it, to see if they can see the ghosts of those who have died there. Tonight was Giselle’s turn, while her friends waited for her at the top of the hill. She was to take pictures of the different areas of the school that she was able to make it to, showing that she actually investigated it and didn’t just stay in one room the whole time. This kind of stuff never really freaked her out that much, but she did have a really bad feeling about this building.

            As she kicked up the dust under her feet, she mentally chastised herself for not taking an allergy pill beforehand. Her sneeze echoed through the long, desolate hallway, sending dust particles every which way. She continued her way down the hall, jumping over fallen chairs and tables that had found their way out of the classroom. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she approached a chair that looked out of the ordinary. It was standing upright, on its four legs, and was facing her. What really got to her were the lines in the dust covered floor coming from each leg of the chair. She bent down, shining her flashlight over the floor to examine it, and noticed there was absolutely no dust covering the tracks, indicating that it was just recently moved. She stood back up, her legs shaking, and shook her head. Don’t think foolish thoughts, she thought to herself. It could have been the wind that moved it or maybe Julie or Elliot came here earlier to move it and try and scare me. She looked around the area, expecting to see some fresh footprints but didn’t see any others besides her own. Pushing any frightening thoughts out of her head, she quickly snapped a picture of the chair on her phone, the flash illuminating the area, and kept walking, not even stopping to check out the picture.

            Goosebumps took over her skin as the cold air swept over her. Her warm breath made the cold air foggy around her. Her phone was hot in her hand, tempting her to take a look at the picture. She tried to ignore it as she ventured on, but it was to no avail. Her curiosity won out as she stopped at the end of the hall and quickly opened her phone. When the image finally loaded on the screen, she froze. Sitting in the chair was a tall dark figure. She couldn’t make out too much, just that it was facing towards her, legs crossed.

    She let out a breath that she didn’t even know she was holding just as a loud screeching noise came up behind her. Her neck cracked as she snapped her head around to see what was making the noise. From the soft glow of the moonlight coming through the broken windows, she saw the same chair that was in the picture racing towards her at an alarming speed. Her body was quickly set in motion as she raced off down the hall to her left. She dodged around open doors and fallen objects, but didn’t see the random gym toys scattered all over the ground. Her right foot landed on top of an almost deflated football and sent her flying. She landed on the ground about 5 feet away and slid superman style in the dust until she hit the end of the hallway. A loud crash echoed behind her. The screeching sound was replaced by thundering footsteps which were heading her way. She could just make out a black silhouette in the distance. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, she pushed herself up and bolted down the corridor to her right. In addition to the footsteps, she was able to make out manic laughter coming from every direction. She stopped at a dead end, her feet sliding in the dust. Her head whipped around trying to find another way to go, or possibly a way out.

    The footsteps grew near, and the laughter even louder. She could feel the blood pumping through her head. She tried to grab her flashlight out of her back pocket, but realized it must have fallen out when she fell. She whipped out her phone and opened up the camera. She started taking pictures, using the flash as a sort of flashlight. She found a large doorway to her left, sans doors, and ran through it. She took pictures of the areas around her as she ran and noticed she was in the gym. She ran over to the opposite side searching for an exit to the outside.

    The footsteps and laughter echoed in from the hallway. Giselle finally found the wall and ran alongside it, her fingers lightly grazing it. Just when she thought the noises were getting too close, it all just….stopped. There was an eerie silence in the gym now. She left the wall and walked towards the center of the gym. She took pictures of the spots around her, seeing nothing from the flashes. She went to the gallery on her phone and opened up all the pictures that she took. She looked through the ones from the hallway but didn’t see much, just dust and junk. Her body stiffened up as she got to the ones she just took in the gym. The very last picture shows the dark figure standing only a few feet away.

    She looked up just in time to see it rush straight towards her. The force of 50 linebackers hit her at once, and sent her flying in the air towards the wall. A loud crack echoed through the air on impact, her body landed face first on the gym floor. She flipped herself onto her back and tried to push herself up but was too weak. Her vision blurred as the figure walked up next to her. The laughter started up again as everything faded away.

    Giselle’s eyes fluttered open to find her friends Julie and Elliot staring down at her. She quickly sat up and looked around, and noticed that she was outside, and no longer in the school. She clawed at her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone. She found the first picture she took with the chair and dark figure, and shoved into her friends faces.

    “Look…look…the figure…” She found it hard to breath and forms words.

    Her friends looked at the picture then turned to her. With a strange look on his face, Elliot said, “Giselle, all we see is a chair. What figure are you talking about?”

    Julie set her hand on Giselle’s arm. “Are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head?”

    Giselle looked at the picture again on her phone. “But…but…he’s there…” The thundering of her heartbeat roared through her ears as she stared into the picture. She couldn’t help but start giggling. It soon turned into full-on, crazy laughter. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop. She looked up, past her friends, and saw the dark figure ascending the hill towards them.

            Absinthe walked through the decrepit stone archway, her skin crawling with goosebumps. Her hands shook as she crossed her arms, her short breaths fogging the air around her. A snapped twig under her foot echoed through the quiet as she slowly stumbled on. What a night to get lost, she thought. Pain shot through her leg like lightning as her foot caught on a headstone and sent her tumbling down, hitting the ground with a thud. Laying there for what seemed like ever, she stuck her head out like a turtle to make sure nothing noticed her. Once she was satisfied, she got herself up to her feet and continued on, trying to find a safe place to stay for the remainder of the night.

            As she walked down a gravel pathway leading towards the back of the cemetery, she heard the distinct sound of an iron gate creaking in the wind. She followed it to the best of her ability, and came upon a dilapidated mausoleum. With no light to aid her eyes, she wasn’t able to make out much only that it was very large and would serve as her hiding place. She stepped inside, scraping her palms on the stone wall as her foot caught the step. With her heart in her throat, she came face to face with an iron pike belonging to the gate that brought her there. Imagining all the horrible things that could have happened if she did fall, she stepped back and smoothed her clammy hands down her black t-shirt, and carried on.

            A musty scent attacked her nose, and filled her throat. She covered her mouth with the collar of her shirt, and felt around for some sort of torch or light source to light her way. She heard the clank of a small plastic object being nudged by her foot. Upon further investigation, she found that it was a lighter. After a few strikes, the flame came to life. After a quick survey of the room, her eyes landed upon a dark hole in the ground towards the back of the mausoleum. With steady steps, she traveled across the room to the mysterious void, her knees shaking, and palms sweaty. She peaked in and noticed a very steep, stone staircase leading down into what seemed to be a dungeon. Straining her eyes, she was just able to make out a soft glow of light at the bottom.

            She turned the fire off, needing both hands to steady herself. Right foot first, slow and steady, she thought to herself. The soft scrap of her shoes on the stairs the only sound to be heard. She counted the number of steps in her head to distract her from the possibility of falling. After step 13, she found herself at the bottom. She faced a long, desolate corridor, which ended in a bright, flickering light. She slid her shaky arms around her, noticing the great drop in temperature. Her weak legs carried her forth, to the mystery that lay beyond.

            She slowly peaked her head around the corner, a gasp catching in her throat. The scene before her was almost too much for her to handle. The low light revealed the limp body of a young woman in the far right corner, a table made out of stone slabs to the left, cluttered with empty and full vials and beakers, filled with a dark liquid. And last but not least, a massive, shiny black coffin, opened to reveal the red silk-lined inside. The smell didn’t quite sit right with her either, filling her with the musty scent of iron and mold.

            As she took a shaky step forward, a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. “May I help you with something, Miss? I think you may have lost your way.” The deep voice said behind her.

    Her blood ran cold, her body so stiff she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move. Shit shit shit!; the only words going through her head. Her body trembled as she turned around to meet the man behind the voice. What she came face to face with shocked her to her core. He could have been one of the leads in an old vampire flick, with the black suit, black silk cape, and the slicked-back black hair with the widow’s peak. She didn’t know whether to be more turned on or afraid at the moment. Choosing the latter, due to the fear of being his next meal and not wanting to die, she bolted around him, and down the corridor. She lost her footing as she stumbled up the steps and fell face first into the stairs, banging her shin as well. Pain reverberated through her body as she tried to push herself up. She could feel the cold gush of blood running down her face, but the only thing she cared about was getting the hell out of there.

    She finally made her way up the stairs, and now had to deal with the difficult task of navigating her way through the dark mausoleum. She realized she had dropped the lighter during everything that had happened, and cursed herself for being so foolish. Using her almost useless jittery hands, she hurriedly felt her way towards the entrance of the tomb. Once she was close enough, she made a sprint towards the opening, only to be stopped by the tall, dark figure blocking the way.

    “My dear, sweet Absinthe. You did not think you would be able to get away that easily, did you?” With his pale face glowing in the moonlight, she was able to make out the grin spreading across his face.

    Her feet scuffed across the ground as she backed up slowly. Confusion clouded her mind. “How…how do you know my nam- ahh!” Her head hit the ground with a loud crack, her feet resting on the one-foot-tall stone slab protruding from the floor. He was on her in a second, leaning over her body. Her vision was fuzzy, and everything was spinning. She tried to get up and run, but all that resulted in was a laugh from the stranger, and her collapsing to the ground, almost losing consciousness.

    He gripped her by the waist, his long fingernails ripping holes in her shirt, and flung her over his shoulder. He swiftly made his way down the staircase and back towards his room, while her body dangled back and forth with each step he took. He cleared the stone table with his right arm, the sound of glass cracking on the ground echoed through the small room. He laid her down gently on the table, making sure all her limbs were straight and her hair was away from her face and neck. He leaned over her, getting close to her ear. “You, my dear, will be mine forever.”

    Absinthe laid there, helpless. She’d grown so weak, she could hardly move her fingers or toes. The stranger leaned into her, placing his mouth to her neck, and sunk his long, sharp fangs into the soft skin of her neck. Her muscles tensed, expecting pain, but everything she felt until then melted away into nothingness, till she felt absolutely nothing at all. His right hand found its way to her side, while the other got caught up in her hair. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker by the moment, her life source growing smaller. Then, everything went black.

    Absinthe woke, only hours later, to the moon shining down on her face. She stood up, expecting to feel stiff, but actually felt better than before. She ran her fingers though her hair, and studied the area around her. She realized she was standing next to the exact headstone that had caused her to fall earlier in the night. Was it all just a dream?, She thought to herself. With a trembling hand, she softly touched her neck, hoping to feel nothing there. To her immense disappointment, she felt two small bumps that were not there before. She turned towards the direction of the mausoleum, feeling herself being drawn towards it. She saw the stranger, whom she now knows goes by Damian, standing just outside the opening, watching her. She fell to her knees as the realization hit her. She’s with him now, a creature of the night.

    He appeared before her, holding out his hand. “My love, come. We must get inside before the sun rises.”

    She grabbed his hand, begrudgingly, and followed him towards the mausoleum. I guess it could be worse, she thought as she stared up at Damian, so much worse.

Bela Lugosi by Miss-Misery13
Bela Lugosi
Portrait collage I did of Bela Lugosi. Made with magazine paper, yarn, fabric, paint on matboard.
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Thx for the watch !I am a dummy!
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