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Dracula’s Nightmare

On the night of horrors, I was being chased by two of the most hideous monsters mankind has ever seen, both of whom were humans turned vampires. One of them leaped on me, drawing me to the ground and I thought this is it. Then I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw myself for the first time in my life, when I was born. I saw myself getting

named Steve. I saw myself writing the MIT entrance exam. I saw myself getting selected for a robotics engineer. I saw myself getting fired. But most of all I saw the events that led to this moment.

It was a cheerful morning when I was in the fields of Kentucky, seeing the paddy and crops being harvested from out of the window. My striking blue eyes, red hair, and bored lips were all staring. At that time I, being an computer geek, was surfing through the net when I saw a funny poster. It read ‘Haunted mansion: whoever goes in gets a cash price of $500’. I wasn’t much interested in the mansion part, but the last part had caught my eye. I called up Sam, my friend, for company.
He said okay in a sleepy mood, but I was never able to figure out why he was sleeping in the morning.

We met at the bottom of the huge cliff upon which the house was situated. Sam had changed a lot from when I met him last time. His glasses were replaced by the glint of contact lenses resting in his eyes, and his neatly combed hair was now shining with gel.DraculasNightmare

“Hey man I said in a friendly manner.
“What’s up,” he replied colloquially. It did not look like that but it was clear that he was a changed man.

We slowly started the trek which lasted at least half an hour. after the trek was over we slowly relaxed and took a glance towards the house but it looked more like a castle which was abandoned over a century ago. The door was standing ajar, its hinges almost broken, we took a step inside the magnificent house. The chandelier was still there and there was at least a million windows, all of them shattered. There was a single landing on which there were countless doors and another corridor towards the right. The floor had a slight creak when we moved. But there was another creak coming from somewhere. A heavy and loud creak and there stood a dark figure which took a step towards them coming into the light. She was a small girl of about 6 years. She had long hair, striking green eyes and kind eyes. She wore a white gown.

We slowly started moving towards the door when she said “they will not open until 12:00pm on the 12th of December”
We did not believe her and tried the door but it was locked. We took a few steps back gathering as much force as possible. We ran to the door hitting it with the triangular point on our shoulder. With it’s loose hinges it should have been broken like a wrapper but it remained unshaken as if there was some magic. We followed the girl’s words what other choice did we have.
We thought it would be better to have a companion while stayed for the one day so I said ”I am Steve and this is Sam. Who are you?”

She replied with a different voice this time ”I am Sophie. Hello Steve and Sam”

After we all met, each of us had taken a bedroom. Sam chose Room No. 12 and I chose Room No.13 but Sophie took a right and went into another room. I slowly went to bed and slept.

I was awoken in the middle of the night by some footsteps. The same heavy ones which I heard before and it stopped right in front of the door. I, knowing not how, slept amidst all the tension.

I again woke up to see a pair of red eyes glaring down at me. Suddenly the clock struck 12 and the chimes began. On the first chime the eyes grew smaller and on the second they grew even smaller and this continued until the twelfth chime where there were no eyes there.

I woke up and met Sam along the stairs. I told him about the pair of red eyes and he was terrified. I even told the girl, Sophie, but she looked strangely disappointed instead of terrified or even surprised.
I asked her, “Hey Sophie, if you know when to leave, why haven’t you?”
She replied changing her expression to an innocent one, ”I forgot the date”
Seeing the tension build up between us Sam told, “Let’s take a tour of the house”
Sophie said, “not interested” and with that she went back inside the room and we started our tour.

There were many rooms in the huge house but 2 rooms were the most interesting. The first one was an artefact room where there were things from the Southern part of Peru to the Indus Valley civilization. Every single scientific documentation too, but something in the room caught my eye.

A silver gleam…

The second room was an art room. I saw a beautiful meadow in one painting and the other paintings showed sad things such as vampires and monsters. While I was scrolling through the paintings, I suddenly had a vision. There was a vampire who was biting the head of a female vampire and then he bit a girl who looked just like Sophie. Then I was yanked back into reality by Sam.

After a few hours, I began taking some notes because I got bored..
Sam came in and said “Nice handwriting, man”
This freaked me out as Sam completely hated my handwriting. His eyes were now green just like Sophie’s instead of the hazel colour.
I replied “thank you”

The rest of the day passed in a flurry of events and it was 11:00 pm soon. Then we saw Sophie waking up from a deep sleep of some sorts.
Sam called Sophie down by saying “Come on, Sophie let’s go”
Sophie defiantly said “No!”
Sam asked “Why?”
Then it hit me like a truck.

I replied “because, she is Dracula’s daughter”.
The girl in my vision wasn’t like Sophie. It was Sophie.

Sophie, finally glad to see somebody catch up, was caught in a whirlpool of black. She emerged anew. The girl had turned into a monster with red eyes and fangs out. Sam’s eyes suddenly turned green and he began walking towards Sophie as if under some trance. I tried to stop him but he pushed me away.
Sophie opened her mouth wide and bit Sam on the neck.
I shouted helplessly “no”, but it didn’t change anything. Sam had turned into a monster. The only way to kill the vampire was with a silver stake, but where would I find one? Then I remembered the silver gleam from the artefact room. While Sophie was turning Sam into a vampire, I ran up to the room and waited for her.

Then she came. She sent china crashing to the ground, burning pages, destroying all the racks and through it she came. I saw the shadow and threw the stake with rage but she dodged it, still scraping her shoulder. It unfortunately struck Sam in the shoulder. I had become a murderer. I killed my own friend. While I was lost in thought she took advantage of it and pounced on me.

I saw my life flash before my eyes. I saw myself being born, for the first time in my life. I saw myself getting named Steve. I saw myself writing the MIT entrance exam. I saw myself getting selected for a robotics engineer. I saw myself getting fired. But then with a will of steel I mustered all of my courage and pushed her off. I quickly formulated a plan.
She said “ha, ha, ha dare you fight me human?”
I replied “if it means having a chance of defeating you the, yes”

We kept on talking until she found out what I was doing. She came running towards me, but it was too late. I picked up the stake and threw it through her heart, but it went straight through and she still had enough power left to kill me. Out of nowhere, a hand caught the blade and pushed it through her heart. She disintegrated behind her was Sam.
I asked him “is that you?”
He said “Wadala”

He was still a vampire, so I got scared; then he said “hocus-pocus”
“That was genius” I said.
He then replied “thanks, the blade hit me right above the heart. It immediately paralyzed the vampire. Though it made a wound, the vampire part of me healed it.
We slowly walked away from the house shaken by the horrors of the night.

Epilogue

After a few months, I suddenly got a phone call that Sam had died. I confusedly woke up in sadness and despair to wear my best suit for his funeral. I opened the wardrobe trying to find my suits but all I could find were a pair of furious, blazing angry red eyes…

By: Rohinish 6C
Rohinish takes delight in reading books and creative writing.