I shouldn't have returned to those catacombs again- I've told myself over and over again, there is no reason to spend more than one night in any one place. I'd thought it was safe- it had been, right? I think my skeletal buddies would have agreed.
I sat in the dark holding a lit candle. The room seemed particularly eerie. My gut feeling was to run. The vampires would be outside by now, running was not much of an option. I thought of getting some sleep but refused to close my eyes.
"You awake?" I asked the diabetic skeleton. "Good, I can't sleep either.
"Can you hear them?"
I imagined, Well, sure.
"I don't but I know they're there."
Why? The candle light played upon its skull.
"Why? …They always are."
And in here too? I imagined my buddy saying.
"…Perhaps… I'd certainly hope not. I don't think so."
I think so.
"You do?" I didn't like this friend very much.
With that, the skeleton rose to its boney feet.
I jumped, backing away against the wall. I could see the skeleton grin showing two pointed fangs- perhaps this one hadn't been dead for as long as I'd thought. There was no way out now. Apparently, I hadn't been imagining things.
It came at me as quickly as it could- fortunately that was not that quick. I threw a punch at it as a last-ditch effort, knocking out a couple of lose rib bones.
I braced myself for the worst. Then it came- icy teeth and fangs, out for blood. As quickly as it came, the skeleton drew back.
Did I really taste that bad? I probably did. There was my chance to run so I took it, sprinting out into the streets.
My arm was bleeding from that nasty bite, just enough to attract every other monster roaming the town at that hour. Lucky me.