Petrified Halloween

In full moon’s mystic frame hungry wolf’s silhouette howls, in the creepy stillness a tall figure in black cloak comes out through the spiked rusty gate of a castle on the smoky hill. Arms stretched wide he wafts in air like a hooded black bird like the Count used to do in Transylvania, as the story goes. When the moon reaches the canopy of the starless slate sky, I see petrified, the dark figure standing in shade outside my door, the cold blue gleam of the eerie night smeared on the ashen face. Before I could retract I find myself clasped in his strong arms, with wolf's red eyes glaring, fangs piercing his bloody lips pressed on my jugular vein, in hoarse voice he says “your blood I will sip, you will turn to a vampire, in Dracula’s castle you will live with me”. October 11, 2020 Contest : Halloween Fright Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire