Classic Horrors Club

On my way to the Old House, I found a disoriented Elizabeth Collins Stoddard wandering through the graveyard. When she saw me, she asked if I was the caretaker. I said nothing and she asked why I wouldn’t answer her… why wouldn’t I say anything. I raised my arms and bared my fangs as she shrieked.

But then, Roger Collins called for her and I had to disappear.

I waited in the mausoleum and began calling for Julia. There was no one to keep her from coming tonight, so she soon arrived. She said she had heard me calling and asked where I was, but I remained hidden because Elizabeth had followed.

After Julia yelled at Elizabeth to get out of there, I emerged from the shadows and told Julia I was there. She removed her scarf and smiled. I embraced her before sinking my fangs into her neck. 

When I returned to the house by the sea, I found Barnabas Collins waiting for me with a wooden stake and mallet in his hands. I stepped around the corner and snarled at him. He told me there was no time, that it was getting light and all I had was a moment.

I lunged at him and he dropped the stake. I grabbed his other wrist and he dropped the mallet. He grabbed my throat and pushed me back against the wall. I escaped and ran to the other side of the coffin, then lunged at him again, grabbing his shoulders. Again, he grabbed my neck, but this time I pushed him against the window.

He struggled to say I was wasting my time with him because of the light… the light. He then found a surge of energy and grabbed my neck, pushing me over the coffin. He had a strong grip, but I was able to get his hands off me and throw him to the ground. As the cock crowed, I felt myself fading and climbed into the coffin.

Before I fell into slumber, the coffin opened with a long, slow creak and Barnabas held the stake and mallet. I’m not sure what he meant, but I could read this mind. “Did someone ever look at me as I now look at you? No. No, or I wouldn’t be alive now.” He hesitated, then thought, “If Julia is to live, I must do what I dreaded and perhaps even wanted.” With the sound of wood pounding on wood, I felt pressure on my chest and screamed. The last thing I heard was another pound…