The dark dead grave The dark dead graveUnfortunately, one misty night in the gloomy streets alongside the creepy graveyard, a dreadful incident occurred . A blood-dripping rotten skeleton come up from its hole completely covered in crimson-red blood “I’m coming for you!” shouted the skeleton to an old man passing by. He ran away as fast as he could and slammed the gate and ran home. While he was shaking frantically the skeleton come the door And whispered “ 123, I coming for you; 456 I knock on your door ; 78 I behind you; 9 10 your my dead meat! The poor,Old man was so scared that he went deep down to his basement and found a hole to escape.Sadly, he died of fright!  My fangtastic life“Mum I’m going out!” I shouted across the low-lighted, musty room. “Oh yeah, I forgot mum was killed by the Slayers!” Frantically, I fought back stinging tears; when I cried I would crave blood. Hurriedly I ran out, the dark- perfect for me! Faster than the speed of sound itself I ‘walked’ towards my mother’s grave. Ingrid was there, just weeping into the deep crimson roses. She stirred. “Mum left a message, the dark wars are beginning. That’s why she died,” she cried. The graveyard had an eerie feeling to it. I shivered. Then I stopped. Someone was watching us… I turned. A werewolf. “Hey!” I yelled “Who are you?” “Ahh!” Ingrid groaned. There was a stake through her heart. It was a warning. It had begun. Mum was right, this w