• I feel my breath shorten and everything in my body go stiff. I had a moment where I thought I was going to scream just like any other girl but I was some how cut off and I could only stand there shocked and with out words. God’s how I hope now that this is a dream. It is frightening and to much for me to handle. It seems now that the dark is more real than anytime before.

    I feel my nerves go crazy and I feel like I can through up. Oh let it be a dream, let it all be a dream. A person could not live this long alone in this cell! Is this some kind of sick joke? I find myself lightly shaking my head no at all of this refusing to believe.

    But this it goes on past that point. I see this figure begin to move. Dust slides off of it and poofs into gray clouds as it his the ground. Slowly I see the head move up and through the darkness a pare of red eyes look up at me like an animal.

    Now I want to move, I want to run, scream, anything. But my stupid body stays perfectly stiff. It moves for me, getting onto it’s knees in a slow motion. A part of me wants this thing to hurry up and get this all over with even though I don’t know what I want by getting it over with. It moves until he is just outside the bars and the chains pull tight stopping him from going and further.

    But slowly something merges from the darkness and through the bars. It is a slick, thin white hand. I can see the bones in the knuckles an in his long fingers. The hand can barley reach out of the bars as the red eyes stay focused on me. And against my will I just look straight back. It looks like a boy, like a 15 year old boy.

    He wares slacks.. old, old black one that they used in the Victorian days with a white dusty button up short. His hair is jet black, blacker than any night, and his skin looks like stone, white and parts of it cracked. It opened it’s mouth to speak but then lowers it’s head coughing up hard. Dust falls from his mouth and it makes me cringe. It seems like it was in his lungs.

    After a small cough it looks at me again and begins to speak. His voice is cracked and frail. It almost sounded painful to talk.

    “..pl..please..” He near whispered as he spoke to me.

    “..Blood” It said in a begging tone. Everything in my gets thrown off and I nearly loos myself to my fears. Blood?! I sweat to God’s this have better not be a Twilight thing! No.