FEAR (The suspense)

Tonight is a full moon. A typical night when the bats fill the skies as the fierce vampires surf on the terrifying winds that sweep these lonely streets. These mark times when men hide their families; the temple gets chocked with men drowned in fear and mothers trade the trembling hands of their innocent children to hold on to holy water without hesitation. Nothing! I mean nothing, feels safe enough.

What is fear? Fear to us is every day; as soon as our souls survive this night, we spend the tick-tocks between now and the next full moon seeking endless solutions to stay safe enough. But enough to us, has never been enough. Every virgin has been a priest or priestess; the makers of our holy water. Many men and women became sorcerers, but their spells are yet to stand the lustful smell of these bloodsuckers. We are the prey, yet we are outnumbered against nature’s will. Many, including me, gave up our cross long ago; our predators found a cure to that protection long before I was born.

But tonight is different! Something terrible is about to happen. Here we sit in the temple of our forefathers, crowded like mosses on a rock entangled to each other as if we are saving ourselves from a high tide. Yet all I see is silence, all I hear is the strokes of my pencil, and all I feel is fear! Not just my fear, but the fear embedded in every prayer enchanted by each soul in this temple; not because it’s another full moon? No! No! No! Tonight, might just be the climax of all fears!

A myth walks amongst us, told from generation to generation as to what drove the vampires from their home to our land. The few people who believed this myth were called psychopaths; but for tonight, this temple might as well bear the name of an asylum, for the myth we laughed at yesterday, just crawled to our doorstep.

For the first time in our lives, we saw the vampires; all of them! They came out of the graves right after sunset, a weird contrast to their midnight hunting time. A time too early for any of us to run and seek refuge in the temple. But that is not necessary now, they didn't come out for us at all; else I wouldn't be here writing. Behold, for this is our fear! They looked scared, and seemed to be in a hurry to pace away from something they are very very scared of. Whether the full moon's unusually red shade tonight, is the sign that red carpet the path of our predators’ predator, or the flight of the bats earlier this afternoon, I don’t know; but what I do know is, whatever scared our predators away is not far from the myth and is our unknown, yet greatest fear tonight How I wish the vampires were rather here!

I can feel my fears converging now as the hourglass drains slowly to midnight. My heart seems to be leaping out of my chest, and my handwriting seems to be fleeing away from my pencil. If the myth was carved in truth; then our greatest fear is almost here.

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