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The visitor (short story)
written by Misery09:52 PM 8/26/04The visitor of the Past
At eight a.m. the sun had already come up. And once I awoke what I'll call the Angel of Death, the creature that I met last night wasn't anywhere to be found. Here in Romania in the castle in which people said was owned by Dracula. I sit before a crash came from above. I rushed up the stairs, and all that was there was a broken mirror that had been broken in a hundred pieces. My brother and my friend Kristine were in the closet town getting some supplies. And here I sit in a castle were thousands had lost their lives. Where Vlad the Impaler or as you may know him Dracula's first wife committed suicide. I began to wonder why I had traveled here. But I already knew the answer, I always will. I wanted to find evidence on the vampire myths. I went into one of the rooms, the one in which I claimed as mine. There was a shot glass a very eccentric looking one at that. It contained what looked like blood. I took a drink all it was, was some flat soda. I thought Kristine must had found this glass, and poured herself a drink. I was starting to find my stupidity on this very humorous. Thinking I was crazy for letting all the fictional statement of vampires cloud my mind. I had only a week in a perfect castle and all I could think of was human fictional stupidity on vampires. There was a storm that whole week and I was glad for I love the rainy weather. Although I wondered if it would give Chris, and Kristine a few problems getting home. I sat down thinking of my visitor I had last night. I pulled a pillow out to lay on, and underneath there were eyeglasses. This yet again aroused my superstition. I put down the glasses by the shot glass. And went down the hall hearing someone at the door. In the hall I tripped on a child's small vintage toy bus. I thought this strange and went quickly to my room, and put the bus on the table with he rest of the things I found. I once again went to see if someone was at the doors, yet at all four of the doors no one was there. I picked up my laptop and went on to the Internet, and emailed my professor telling him what was going on in Dracula's castle. After I sent him this E-mail there on the floor was a pair of dirty dirt filled socks. I put these too on the table, hearing a banging at the door. I rushed to the greet those at the door to find it was my brother with him bringing news that Kristine would be in later with food. I took him to my room to show him the things I had found. The contents on the table were gone. I found a picture album and there was my visitor from last night with a small child. In the back of the album there was a note that said: "Clair feel from her balcony, and died, And tonight may God give me mercy, and let me be reunited with her in Heaven. I went to show Chris what I had discovered leaving the picture album on my bed. When we returned it was gone. Later that day I went to the closet town and asked if anyone new of a family that stayed in the Castle of Vlad Tepes or Dracula. The Castle of Dracula many people used more the of Vlad. One very old man did know and told me this. He said, "About sixty-five years ago descendants of Vlad Tepes came to discover their property. It was a family of three, a mother Carrie, a father Gerald, and one daughter Clair. They started to fix up the castle, but there was an accident. They were building a new wall, having to knock down another wall to be able to replace it. The mother Carrie was working in the garden below, no one knew supposedly. And was crushed by parts of the falling wall. Six months later the child Clair had a fatal fall from her three story room balcony. Then a few night later the father Gerald committed suicide. The tower in which they were rebuilding the walls of were left unfinished, and wasn't inhabited by another one of the living until you people came in search of tales of Vlad Tepes or your beloved Dracula." I left the old man with few of American dollars and documented this information. On Friday we said good-bye to the Castle and left flowers in memory of Carrie, Clair, and Gerald. |
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