Avoiding the rain
I'd
taken this short cut, and seen the derelict mausoleum, numerous times
and never bothered about it. Now though, with the storm as bad as it
was, I darted through the broken doorway. Hopefully the rain would
relent quickly, so I didn't have to spend any longer than was
absolutely necessary sheltering in somebody's final resting place.
It
was a shame the building had been left to get in to such disrepair
because, whoever was laid to rest in here must have been someone of
importance. Apart from the smashed front entrance the walls had been
daubed with grafitti, and the floor was littered with empty beer
cans, fast food wrappers and cigarette butts. At least it was dry
though. The rain had come down harder than I could ever remember, and
within seconds I'd been soaked to the skin.
Looking
out it seemed to be raining worse than when I entered and I just
hoped it would stop eventually. Because there was no way I wanted to
spend the whole night in here.
Turning
to walk back inside I'd no idea I wasn't alone, at least not until
her fangs pierced the soft tissue of my neck.
©JSMorbius
3 comments:
Damn, another chilling piece. Nice.
Great horror, Julez. I look forward to more!
Ooh, *shivers* awesome tease :-)
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