Poem written for current Elfwood contest.When somebody says the word "love" to me, I automatically think of vampires and hearts being ripped out and devoured. Does that make me weird? In this poem a person is experiencing the love of a creature of the night, but is it love on both ends?
This is a short story originally written during freshman year of high school. We had to write a horror story. I decided to do mine on like a CLUE crossover kinda thing. We have a group of people invited to a house by their friends, but end up being misslead. Then they start to mysteriously die, one by one. Spoiler alert....the house does it.