"Who Goes There?"

[JohnLikesJane]

A creek on the stairs,

A voice in the dark.

I feel the fright ignite a spark.

It lingers as it moves, skin cold as night.

It's shadow follows me into plain sight.

"Who goes there?" I ask,

But there is no answer.

I button my coat and try to walk faster.

The whispers grow louder.

The footsteps pound.

All at once, there's a terrible sound.

A shriek, a cry,

An old man's grumble.

I start to run, only to stumble.

I am lifted up and pinned to the wall.

In the black, there's a face;

The most beautiful of all.

It's a man, but with eyes that glisten in thirst.

His teeth are sharp fangs.

I'm expecting the worst.

There's blood on his chin,

And that's when I see:

He followed me here.

He wants to kill me.

I close my eyes as he leans in for a bite.

I try not to scream with all of my might.

My neck is bare, awaiting his kiss;

That murderous, deadly feeling of bliss.

"Who goes there," he mocks.

I begin to cry.

"Shh," he says.

"You're only going to die."

His cool breath brushes past my skin.

I feel my heartbeat fasten within.

There's a stinging of pain,

A sensation so small.

Slower, and slower,

I let myself fall.

My blood is drained.

I can no longer brawl.

My vision goes black..

And that is all.