Dismal rain trickled on the thin layer of glass along with the cold of the winter that separated Amelia’s dreams from her reality. A crazed laughter filled the remainders of the castle followed shortly by the rain silencing.
Amelia swung round in distress, her mind told her it would be him. The ghost in her nightmares that would break the soft porcelain flesh and suck the blood of her elegant neck, then run his blood soaked hands through her long dark hair until she bled dry and lay still.
She laughed a sigh of relief as she climbed the stairway up to her chamber, only to encounter the frightful figure waiting for her. Waiting in the cold dark of night.
absolutely great story!! lots of suspense and build up. top top notch.
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