I remember that
frightful day as though it were yesterday yet I was
no more than a mere child when my life almost came to
an end. The fragility of life comes all the more
apparent when something as simple as getting
separated from my mother for a few hours nearly
caused my existence to cease. I was alone that day
with only my wits to help me survive as I wandered
alone within Vampire Valley.
It began with
the inevitable panic as I rushed around frantically
calling out to my mother hoping she was within
I screeched at the top of my voice causing my throat
to become sore, "Mummy!"
sky above appeared to spin and my breath grew shallow
while I tried in vain to attract help. I was already
light-headed due to panic. The dirt ground beneath my
ragged boots cruched while the bare trees above
offered no protection against the elements. My
shoulders hunched from the cold and it was sure to
rain as the grey sky darkened further.
I yelled before stopping mid-sentence hearing a
rustle within the thicket.
Could it be my
mother? I wondered. Is my ordeal over? Am I rescued?
Maybe it was something else, perhaps a monster on the
hunt with me as its prey. I didn't want to wait
around to find out if I was being stalked so instead
ran as fast as my legs could carry me practically
slipping against the loose ground. My breathing was
fast, my belly ached with each breath, but it was
essential that I did not slow, even for a moment,
until I reached somewhere safe. I could feel
raindrops already starting to fall.
I ran on and on,
as fast as I could, but could still hear sounds
behind me. The sounds of breathing, the sounds of
snapping twigs and the sounds of snarling creatures.
The sounds echoed throughout my mind, causing me to
feel giddy, filling my head with extreme panic, and
it wasn't long before they surrounded me. I could see
nothing, just the trees among the darkening sky
illuminated by the full moon. But I knew of the
reputation of Vampire Valley and the monsters lurking
within the darkness. They were ruthless hunters and
could be hiding all around me luring me into a trap.
I collapsed in a
heap with total exhaustion not being able to run any
further while panting heavily trying to regain my
breath. I sensed movement from behind but the moment
I turned and saw nothing. The fear of being followed
diminished only to be replaced by sensing more
movement from behind. My imagination was playing
tricks upon me but my eyes were not so easily fooled.
The sound of a
bird swooping from the thicket both startled me and
filled my heart with relief. I clearly wasn't being
stalked but within a flash my imagination took over
again and I wondered as to what had startled the bird.
2 - Hiding Place
With just a hint
of a smile of relief I spotted my eye on a
dilapidated shack among the trees, not long for this
world but sturdy enough for temporary shelter. My
ankle twinged as I jumped to my feet but ignoring the
pain I hobbled as fast as I could towards the shack
practically diving inside. Swiftly I slid across the
creaky wooden floorboards then huddled in the corner
hugging myself for warmth and to self comfort my
It wasn't long
before the sky darkened further, causing the already
crisp air to bite, as nightfall fell. The rain poured
heavily tapping against of what remained of the tin
roof of my shelter, yet it barely covered the sound
of my own breath that croaked with each inhalation.
My ears were
poised listening intently at the sound of something
approaching but with the sound of the pouring rain
ricocheting from the dilapidated shack it was
difficult to know whether it was my imagination
playing tricks again. Maybe I had been lured into a
trap after all for there was no escape from my
It took me a
while to reach the conclusion that it wasn't my
imagination and footsteps were actually making their
approach. I held my breath while my body shook as I
saw the silhouette of a figure standing within the
open doorway. It was difficult to see clearly within
the partial moonlight. It was a woman wearing
Victorian clothing shaking raindrops from an umbrella
as she entered. The stench of death oozed from her
pours filling the shack with the aroma of fresh blood.
The woman looked down at me, grinning widely,
revealing her razor sharp fangs that appeared to glow
within the near darkness.
I called out jumping to my feet and rushing over to
She hugged me
tightly as tears fell from my eyes. I was safe once