The Man in the Crimson Coat
I was walking through the streets of London, It was autumn, the fresh smell of spring had left and the icy cold of winter started to take the air so that when you breathe it was like breathing in the ice itself. As I was walking I thought I spotted a man in a long crimson trench coat staring at me but when I turned to see who he was he disappeared… Who was this strange man and why was he watching me? This question raced through my mind all day and although I didn't see him fully I kept catching glimpses of red out of the corner of my eye.
When I got home I made myself a cup of tea and sat and thought about today's events wondering what I would like to do tomorrow. Then in the reflection of the kettle there was a crimson figure I turned around startled to see that there was nothing there, I was alone in my house. I thought I was just over tired and needed to go to bed. The man in red floated in and out of my dreams until I suddenly awoke. I wasn't in my room anymore.
I was in a long chamber lined with flaming torches on both walls which were made of stone, as I gazed around in confusion I was suddenly thrown backwards into the wall behind me and I struck my head and blacked out. When I came to I was startled by a man whose complexion was like stone and eyes as red as blood… my eyes wandered down to the teeth that were smiling cruelly at me they were sharp! They were long and ended in a sharp point that looked like razor blades.
A Word popped into my head that described the man perfectly a being found only in fiction and as I did I realized myself saying it out aloud… Vampire.