The Vampire.   by Giles D Hobbs

I stand in a darkening circular tower room. It contains only a coffin, its lid open. Being here now is stupid but its too late. Footsteps, slow and purposeful are climbing the spiral staircase. My only escape is past them, unthinkable. I look to the coffin, then the stairway. I can see the glow of my tormentors candle, flickering, closing. With no option and like the animal I am I crawl into my coffin and shut the lid, fear coursing my body despite my dead heart and silent veins and wait for my unlife to finally come to an end. Your Ad Here