Crazily the misty clouds drew in, I arose from my jet black coffin realising my grave had been jutted open. I could feel the brisk air touch my stone- cold face like a thousand knives. I could hear the whistle of the wind through the intensively, gloomy trees. The tree branches would strangle me until I would pass out. Today was different. My surroundings became hazy I knew what that meant …I NEEDED BLOOD! With my head spinning; I frantically bolted out of my casket hoping to find some fresh, crimson, o-positive blood. I staggered away from my grave getting weak in the knees. What seemed like forever, I finally found blood! I rapidly grabbed her and went to bite her mouth-watering neck, when she made me choke a piece of garlic down my throat- which was petrifying.- I shouted “ahhhhhh, my body its feeling weak , dying.”I am gradually beginning to drift away and that’s why I’m writing this now ,to tell my story. goodbye