Blood drip from my forehead as I ran from the castle not looking back as I did, each running step was a step too freedom freedom I fought my way out of my out of . Time was my enemy and I'd
knew this the virus they injected me with was slowly going through my body, Why did I cine here?
I kept asking myself that over and over again as I
ran through the yard across the drawbridge,yes I said a drawbridge and inside that castle were a crazy group of people if you can call them that you would ever see, my earliest recollections of being here were the fact that I had to fly from New York to be here then investigate rumors of the very existence of vampires and the undead zombies .I felt my heart pound as I made it across the drawbridge,the horror I left behind it was a cold and rainy day as it was now afternoon around one I suppose ,but as I rested on a bench just before the drawbridge I had to stop get some rest but I knew they were still coming .My first day here was very relax nothing seem out of the ordinary until the sun decided too set and then it was night across the new country I was in now .Unfamiliar country at that too. The host and hostess I met when arriving at the castle were a young couple indded both in their twenties,they were a nice enough couple .Still it was odd very odd indeed. Still I then too had had to do my job investigative reporting and then taking care of whatever if there were vampires which I doubted I would try and kill them or get rid of them the best I can .to be continued .part ll
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h
Happy Halloween. A volume of Horrible Haunts & Twisted Tales taken from the horror books La Belle Rouge has written every October for a decade and a half. If you have read her works in the horror genre, you know the invitation is for you to enjoy thr
