He's Back

It had been raining incessantly for the past five days…The streets were rendered unusable in knee-high water in the days, and the nights were blacker than black. The fuses had failed, and people were confined to their houses. Late at night, when the werewolves howled, it sent chills down peoples’ back. They used to lie sleepless, tossing and turning over all night long, and sleep a slumber lighter than air. Waking up at the teensiest of sound, and equipping themselves of bedside weapons, peoples’ lives were terrorized. For the past five days, it had been only rain, but then arrived Count Dracster.

Count Dracster was said to be the most terrifying Dracula ever dead. And until yesterday late night, no one had seen him, but, as it went, he unveiled himself. When a kid was looking out of the window, and was praying to God for the incessant to cess, he had seen him. Standing in the middle of the street, on top of the gushing and splashing water, was Count Dracster, with his facial features so contorted, with a smile so evil as never seen before, staring with his unforgiving eyes’ piercing gaze at the innocent little boy, the boy was found unconscious the next morning. The first thing the poor traumatized child could speak, was “He’s back”.