Visitors of the Dark

An hour after sunset and fifteen minutes after I pulled the covers over myself, a knock came at my door. The sudden interruption jolted me awake, my heart pounding in my chest.

Quickly I got up, stumbling in the dim light, and hastily pulled on my pants. Spotting a worn-out tee shirt in the corner, I snatched it from the dirty clothes basket and draped it over my shoulder.

I approached the door with cautious trepidation, my senses on high alert.

As I slowly turned the knob, a cold gust of wind blew through the crack, sending shivers down my spine. There, bathed in the eerie glow of the moonlight, stood two figures, both dressed in impeccably tailored black suits with crisp white button-down shirts.

Their eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity.

“Good evening,” the man’s voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. “We’d like to talk to you about Dracula,” he continued, his tone unwavering.

The woman’s smile was disconcertingly serene as she added, “May we come in?”

My heart raced, the implications of their words sinking in. Vampires.

The legends, the stories—they were real. At that moment, I knew the rules.

Vampires needed permission to enter a home, and she had just asked for it. Panic surged within me, and I slammed the door shut with all the strength I could muster.

The thud resonated through the quiet night, echoing my frantic heartbeat. I locked the door, my hands trembling, and backed away, my gaze never leaving the barrier between me and the enigmatic visitors.

I could hear their muffled voices outside, murmuring in a language I couldn’t comprehend.

For the rest of the night and into the early hours of morning I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind racing, unable to find solace in sleep. Every creak of the house, every rustle of the wind, seemed to taunt me with the presence of something beyond the realm of human understanding.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky, casting a warm, golden hue, a sense of relief washed over me. The night had passed, and with it, the immediate threat.

But I knew, deep down, that the encounter was far from over. The world beyond my door was a place of shadows and secrets, and I had been granted a glimpse into a reality I could never have imagined.