“We shouldn’t be here,” Callie murmured, her eyes fixed on the window.
“The sun isn’t setting yet,” I soothed, but I knew that she could hear the falsity of my tone.
“Calm down, you two,” Bryn snapped from behind us. He was still shovelling treasure into his backpack, his eyes wide. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do with these old coins, but they’ll be worth hell of a lot.”
“He’s going to wake up!” Callie squealed.
I turned to her, but then stopped. From somewhere below us, we could hear the sound of a coffin being pushed open.
Word Count: 99.
As some of you may already be aware, I have been recently been rereading Bram Stoker’s Dracula (check out my review here). So, when I looked at this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, which could arguably be a sunset, how could I not think of the terrifying Count Dracula? I have absolutely loved reading this book and honestly cannot get it out of my head, so you’ll have to excuse this little bit of vampire fiction!
If you’re interested in the Friday Fictioneers prompt, it is a weekly challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields that asks its participants to tell a story in only 100 words or less. You can read all about it here. Thanks for reading, and remember to click on the blue Inlinkz button below to view more stories based on this prompt.
Picture Credit: Dale Rogerson.