FUN FICTION

The Really Scary Story...AAAYYYYIIIIIII...

There was a definite nip in the air as the month of October came to a close. In a couple of days there would be a frenzy of little goblins, witches and other miniature creatures making their rounds to collect on treats...or tricks...
In addition to the dark little ones, there would also be princesses, knights, firefighters, supermen. And still yet, those gangly teens that just won't quit, and show up with pillowcases at your door. May they trip and get cavities.

The schools and some of the orders of lodges are setting up the haunted houses for the kids to go through and "eek, aak, screeeeeem" and such.

With all this activity going on, it's no wonder that the ramshackle house at the edge of town was overlooked. It's always been there, getting more run down by the passing years. The old lady, Mrs. Donahue lived there; she's always lived there. No children, and some say she killed her husband. Not by any physical means of course, but she drove him mad, and he took his own life. The stories get bigger and more exaggerated every year. The kids throw stones at the windows hoping to get a peek at the recluse old widow.

There is a certain "thing" going on there now. A few people have noticed, but then forget immediatley, because well, just couldn't be. But, if one should look closely enough one would notice a fresh coat of white paint on the exterior of the three storied house. The windows have been cleaned and new curtains are hanging. The rickety old stairs to the porch have been repaired, and the screen door fixed. There's even a new porch light to welcome you.

One person has noticed. He sits on his front porch swing at night swinging slowly, and observing. He lives about five houses down from Mrs. Donahue and his name is Stan. He is the owner of the local hardware store in town; he sits on his swing, at night, for days now, wondering where Mrs. Donahue is getting her supplies to fix up the place. Even more nagging question is who is doing the fixing, and when. He hasn't seen anyone on the property, no scaffolding, no repair trucks...nothing.
Yet every morning there's something new that has been done.
This morning her gravel drive had a new layer of crushed gravel that had been rolled to perfection, ready for any visitors that might come. What visitors he wondered, scratching his chin and sipping his coffee. He sighed and drank the last of his coffee and turned to go inside to bed. Then he heard it. A faint but audible sound, coming from the direction of Mrs. Donahue's home. He looked around at the houses that were nearby, they all seemed quiet,cozy against the cold. He listened closely, even leaning in the direction of the house; there! He heard it again! Sounded like a cross between a handsaw and a shovel, or maybe both. he peered into the dark and looked at the lights that lit up the house, which by itself was unusual. he couldn't tell if there was anyone moving about, but surely there was something going on that needed investigating. Maybe some squatter has taken over the poor widow woman and made himself comfortable.
And come to think of it, he hadn't seen Eileen, the girl that went and got Mrs. Donahue's groceries for her every week. he hadn't seen her for ages.
Yes, he was going to have to bring this to the attention of the police dept. tomorrow, first thing. Can't have something weird going on at Halloween, when all the kids will be out and about now can we?

Stan rinsed his coffee cup out and placed it in the sink. He turned and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Stan is a lifelong bachelor, preferring to live his life alone, beholden to none. He's had his romps in bed, but these days he prefers his privacy more then even sex. He had good hygiene habits, and so went into the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed.
He brushed and flossed accordingly, then used the toilet, turned off the light and slipped into bed. As he gave a huge yawn and turned over to his right, he suddenly held his breath.
Something was looking at him. Something was looking at him with yellow eyes, flat yellow eyes, staring at him. He yelled and jumped out of bed and hit the light switch on the wall; but there was nothing there. With short ragged breaths, Stan cursed under his breath about punks and looked under the bed. What he saw there was, they would talk about him later, is what drove him instantly insane. His face a face of pure terror. His mouth a huge O. His thinning hair standing straight up and gone pure white, all in a mere five seconds.
What they didn't know then, but would soon find out, was the creature under the bed with the yellow eyes, who reached out a claw-like hand, and had foul smelling drool on it's face and whose brain seemed exposed and crawling with wormstrosities, was Mrs. Donahue, who lived five houses down the street.

Stan did a fast crablike back crawl away from the bed. he thought he was screaming but no sound came from his open mouth. His heart was trying to beat it's way out of his chest and he was gasping for breath. He tried to think, but that was impossible. His mind seemed to have shut down on him. He sat there for what seemed like hours but was really only about five minutes. The bedroom light was still on illuminating everything within sight. He could only stare at his bed. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing moved. But he knew something had just happened; he knew he had seen something, that resembled Mrs. Donahue, but what?? He was afraid to move, he had to move, he couldn't move.
He sat there for another ten minutes, trying to get his breathing under control, and his heart wasn't trying so hard to escape his body. Now Stan is as practical a guy as you can come across. He managed to get some thoughts flowing.
One: he could get up right now and leave the house. And go where? Who would he tell this to, and what would they think?
Two: he could get a flashlight and his shotgun and blow whatever was under his bed-he stopped that thought. He needed a glass of water. Stan got up and went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, he cupped some water in his hands and washed his face, then cupped some more and drank. He turned the faucet off, and stood up straight. And screamed. His hair had gone completely white, and his eyes looked sunken in his head. he staggered back and hit the door.
His mind was running rampant now, he did see her! No, he thought he saw her! But it wasn't her, was it? He had to be dreaming! He felt anger rise up in him; anger was good, anger was just. He turned and walked back into his bedroom, grabbed the flashlight and a heavy, lead crystal candle holder off his dresser( a left over from one of his bed-romp lovers), and approached the bed.
He got down on his knees and turned on the flashlight. With a huge sigh he turned the light to shine under his bed. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He started to shake and sat there and cried. I need a drink he thought, and headed for the kitchen. Meanwhile his thoughts are fast telling him that it was a nightmare, a really, really bad nightmare. yeah, that's it, a nightmare. he grabbed the bottle of scotch, and drank straight from the bottle. The fiery burn felt good, felt normal.
He heard a crunch, or so he thought, from behind him. he whirled around and found himself staring into the same yellow eyes, with a body attached, Mrs. Donahue's body, sort of.
The head part was crawling with those worm-things, but not really worms. The crunching noise Stan had heard was this thing chewing on his flashlight.
You've been spying on me Stan, it said in a low growl. Why have you been spying on me? It grinned, showing what passed for teeth but looked like they belonged in a great white shark's mouth. Stan screamed, and screamed again. He made a run for the front door not looking behind him; he heard a wild laughter and a whooshing sound. Before he could touch the door, the Mrs. Donahue worm-monster was in front of him. He saw claw like hands reaching for him, and he smelled the foul, decaying smell that emitted from the creature. "You're not real!!" Stan bellowed, and just like that it was gone. He opened the front door and ran onto the driveway, looking back at his house. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, He turned and looked at Mrs. Donahue's house down the street, it was dark. By this time a couple of neighbors had come outside after hearing what they thought were screams. They looked at Stan and at his white hair. Stan was on his knees again, staring down the street, mumbling incoherently. One of the neighbors mentioned that tit smelled like a sewer pipe had backed up; Stan started to laugh, and kept on laughing till the ambulance arrived. Didn't you see her? Mrs. Donahue, she's a monster with worm-things eating her brains, look at her house, she's there!! The paramedics took Stan's blood pressure and checked his pulse. they would take him for observation to the hospital;the policemen that had arrived on the scene could get no answers from the neighbors as to what had happened. One did, however, upon inspection, find an empty bottle of scotch on the kitchen floor.
As the ambulance pulled away with Stan safely tucked in the back, the driver asked the other medic in the back how was it going. Fine, just fine, he shot back. Stan opened his eyes to look at the man who was leaning over him. He saw yellow eyes looking back at him, and a mouth that had a wide grin with jagged teeth. The drool hanging from his mouth was thick and yellow-gray. Stan screamed as the siren began to wail and he felt a drop of that drool hit his face.

(to be continued...)
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Continuing....Part Three...

When Stan felt that drop of nasty goop hit his face he passed out, mercifully. When he came to he was groggy and found himself in a hospital room with one other bed in it. He took a moment to gather himself, feeling a sort of relief, but from what he wasn't quite sure. He turned to peer to his left, trying to see if there was anyone in the other bed. He could make out a body, but couldn't see a face. He sighed, his whole body ached as if he'd been in a bar room brawl; run over by a big rig was more like it.
Then he screamed, and screamed again, and started pushing the button for the nurse to came. He had just remembered what it was that brought him here, and what it was riding with him in the ambulance. He screamed once more, and tears fell. Stan was a big man, a man's man. But right about now he felt like the little bug who knows it's going to be eaten.
The nurse came in and asked the usual what was wrong stuff. He hiccuped his explanation out and when he got to the Mrs. Donahue part the nurse said she'd be right back, she was going for the doctor on duty.
Within a minute in strode a burly man in a long white lab coat over some blue hospital scrubs. He had a thin mustache and a small goatee; glasses that sat almost on the end of his nose, and he looked all about business. His name was Dr. Nutts.
"you've'e had a rough night Mr. Wallace. Mind if I ask you what happened?"
Stan began at the beginning, about his suspicions about Mrs. Donahue; his experience in his bedroom, then what he thought happened in the ambulance. It never occurred to Stan how all this might sound, and getting his story heard was all that mattered. he heaved a ragged sigh and looked at the Dr., a bit embarrassed now. Dr. Nutts looked at Stan and asked him if he knew where he was, and what the date was, etc. Then he told him he had been given a sedative to calm him, as he was overwrought upon arrival. He would be kept overnight for observation and a psychiatric evaluation would be done in the morning. Stan argued a bit about this, but he realized that whether what happened was true or not, he needed some kind of help. Stan was practical that way, you see.
There was a rustle from the other bed behind the curtain. Stan asked what was wrong with the person in that bed. Dr. Nutts told Stan, then, that he was in the psychiatric ward at the hospital. Due to his apparent strange behavior and bouts of screaming, they thought it best to admit him there for the night. Therefore the other person was in for mental disturbances as well. Stan did not like that at all. He demanded to be placed elsewhere, but the Dr. told him for his own safety this was best. They would give him something to help him sleep and he would have a clear head in the morning.
Stan gave in to the exhaustion he felt and just nodded his head. Dr. Nutts then checked his heart with the always cold stethoscope, and checked his pulse. Satisfied, he gave the medication orders to the nurse and left. The nurse stepped out and returned shortly to give him an IV sedative. As she was working busily, Stan was looking at her funny. Realization dawned on him and he asked her what her name was. "My name is Eileen, Stan, you know that." Stan blinked at her. It was about all he could do considering the drugs were already taking effect. She smiled sweetly at him and said, "you sleep well now.", and left the room.
As Stan Wallace, owner of the hardware store; and whose home was five houses down from Mrs. Donahue started to drift off, he heard a soft sound from across the room. It got steadily louder. He tried to decipher it, but couldn't shake the heavy fog that was descending on him. Finally in a desperate attempt to see, he pulled his curtain back a little to expose the other bed. In the dim light of the hospital room he saw two yellow eyes staring at him, this time they were glowing. The sound he heard was a hand with claws for fingers scratching at the bed sheet. With a silent scream Stan Wallace went insane as he drifted off into a drug induced nether world.

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Part Four....

As Stan Wallace the hardware store owner was losing his mind in the hospital, things were continuing as usual on his street. Mrs. Donahue's house was just about finished with its sprucing up. Since the night of Stan's fit, as the neighbor's called it, more attention was being paid to the house at the end of the street. No activity was seen, but the place sure looked good. This fact alone peaked the interest of the police chief, Buddy Coffin. now Chief Coffin was no push-around. He ran a tight ship and brooked no nonsense from his men and women under him. he decided he would take one of his men and go check in on old Mrs. Donahue, it had been awhile since anyone had seen her.
he pushed the buzzer on his desk and barked a command to his assistant. Within a few minutes one of his best Sargent's walked in the door. Tall and unassuming, Sgt. Tom Splatt was as sharp as they came. An ex-marine who decided to go into the force when he was discharged; he felt he needed the order and discipline the police work gave him, even if it wasn't too challenging. He didn't know how challenging things were about to get. The Chief briefed him on what he was about to do and asked him to keep it low, not to alarm the old lady.

They got into the cruiser and rode the half a mile in silence, both men turning and looking at Stan's house as they passed it. When they arrived at Mrs. Donahue's house they looked at each other in amazement. It was one thing to see it from afar, but quite another to be standing right in front of it. It looked brand-spanking new, it did! As if just built. Chief Coffin cleared his throat and advanced up the newly rolled driveway.
He walked up the newly fixed and painted front stairs to the new french doors with the brass handles. He rang the doorbell and waited. He glanced at Sgt. Splatt and raised an eyebrow in question.
He rang the bell again and was rewarded with a faint "I'm coming!" He stepped back and waited. They could see a shape coming to the door behind the filmy curtains, someone of medium height. if Chief Coffin remembered correctly, Mrs. Donahue was an older lady who walked a little bent over, and was of short stature. The right side of the double doors opened and there stood a woman who was wearing a silky bathrobe held together with a matching belt. She had auburn hair with shiny highlights, and looked about 40.
She looked up at the two men and asked,"Yes? May I help you?" Chief Coffin spoke right up, asking the whereabouts of Mrs. Donahue. The woman looked at them and with a little confused sort of smile answered: "I'm Mrs. Donahue."
Chief Coffin and Sgt, Splatt looked at each other in wonder.
Chief Coffin responded with a question of where theolder
Mrs. Donahue was; ans was told there was no older Mrs. Donahue, and did the chief feel alright.
The men asked to come in and was welcomed into the parlor, and a fancy parlor it was. With old fashioned chandeliers hanging down brilliantly on wing back chairs. The wooden floor gleamed with fresh waxing. Everything they could see had a new feel to it. Shaking his head as if to clear it, the chief began asking questions of this new/old woman who said she was Mrs. Donahue-about the repairs, the noise that Stan had said he heard, the overall look and feel of the place and why wasn't there anyone around that the could see who did the fixing up.
Mrs. Donahue looked at them and smiled. "Why, gentlemen." she said. " What on earth are you talking about?" "You know my husband has been doing all this work, along with some of his friends, everyday for the past three weeks."
The Chief was not happy with this turn of events. he put a stern look on his face and said that it was a known fact that her husband had passed away almost ten years earlier.
It suddenly seemed to get hot in the room. Mrs .Donahue looked at both of them strangely and called out loud for her husband to come into the room. What they saw next had them reaching for their guns. But before anything else could happen Mrs. Donahue raised her left hand and mumbled something and the two guns went flying off into the corner of the great room. Sgt. Spaltt made a run for them and was stopped in his tracks by the advancing "Mr. Donahue", who was actually a palish, almost green looking man. He looked sick, sarge thought. No, he looked worse than sick, he looked almost dead was what he looked like. Before the Sgt. could utter a word, Mr. Donahue had reached his side and suddenly Sgt. platt couldn't move. He seemed frozen to the spot.
The dead-man thing then touched his arm, it was cold as ice. He also opened his mouth and Sgt. tom saw what was supposed to be a smile he thought, but it showed teeth with jagged edges. Tom Splatt remembered only one thing as he fell under the bite of those teeth, he had forgotten to tell his wife to make sure she didn't wait up for him tonight. His throat was opened with one swipe of those teeth and the jugular began its pumping as the man-thing greedily lapped it up like a deranged vampire.
All this time Chief Coffin was rooted to the spot where he was standing. He couldn't move either, nor speak. His mouth was open almost in that same silent scream that Stan had had on his face. Mrs Donahue slithered, (was that right?) she actually slithered up next to him and he could feel the coldness radiating off her body and he shivered unconsciously.
She looked up at him and smiled and said: "Don'tr worry chief, it won't hurt. And no one will come looking because if they do the will meet the same fate." Her cold claw-like hand( the chief was noticing details now) came up and rested n his cheek gently. She moved in front of him and spread the palms of both hands on his chest and he felt a heavy tightening inside his chest wall. She ran her cold fingers all over his chest and despite himself became aroused. She suddenly stopped and looked at him straight in the eye and said: "this town belongs to me. Soon I will have everyone under my spell and the will work for me! I will need some young girls of course to help me maintain my youth. That girl Eileen was good at that. Too bad I used her all at one time.
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part five....

With that statement Mrs Donahue turned back to the chief and stared at him. "You think I'll let you go, don't you? You think that if these ignorant townsfolk miss their police chief something big will happen eh? Well let me assure you something BIG is about to happen, too bad you won't be around to see it!"
As she was talking her hands had found their way inside his shirt once more, the cold touch was revolting. Chief Coffin suddenly found himself gasping for air. Somehow this witch-woman was sucking his breath away, into her. With eyes wide and popping he actually saw his breath leaving in a stream and going into her open mouth. Her eyes were half closed and she had a look of pure ecstasy on her face. The last thing Chief Coffin saw was the younger looking Mrs. Donahue lick those ruby red lips, then he hit the floor with a huge thud. Mrs. Donahue looked around and saw her zombie husband crouching in the corner still eating on the poor Sarge.
He was looking a little better, not so dead, but that would be rectified soon, with the coming of the lunar eclipse on Halloween. yes, she thought, things will certainly change around here.

Now with the disappearance of the chief and his sidekick Tom; and with poor Stan in the loony bin the town was getting a little nervous. More than nervous. They constantly watched the house at the end of the street, but never any activity to be seen. Hell, they never even found the police cruiser , that was the worst thing to some of them.
There was a town meeting to discuss canceling Halloween, but some parents, not deterred by the happenings at "the house", thought that listening to kids throwing tantrums would be worse. So with a huge vote for Halloween to continue as usual, the meeting was adjourned.
October 31st dawned very cold and clear. By late afternoon the temperature would start to fall into the upper 40's, and a dense fog was to be expected. This made some parents re-think their plans for the night, but most decided to allow trick-or-treating. Meanwhile a great manhunt was on for the missing police chief and the sargent. The FBI was going to have to be brought in on this. Yet no one in the precinct thought about going and searching Mrs. Donahue's house, not that they would dare.
As evening fell the kids were getting ready, impatient for the
fun to begin. Down the street, another preparation was being made. A big jack=o-lantern glowed frightfully at the driveway.
There were orange paper lanterns strung out across Mrs. Donahue's yard and tied to the trees. it made her house seem inviting as well as someplace you would dare your best friend to go in if you were ten. Inside, Mrs. Donahue had put on a costume, it seemed. A Vampiress, with her curly hair flowing out behind her from some unseen wind. She had a very
convincing look to her. Mr. Donahue, the half zombie had dressed to look like Igor from the Frankenstein movies...but he looked so real.
The clock struck six, and the first little goblins and ghosts started n their adventure. With parents in tow, they rang on every house till they came to the last one-the nice pretty last one. The father of a little devil with horns pushed his son up toward the door. The little ghost next to them thought she saw something moving inside and pulled on her mother's sweatpants to get attention. he door opened and a smiling vampire-Mrs._Donahue beamed down at them..

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Part six....

At the County Hospital on the third floor, behind locked double doors with re-enforced glass and mesh wiring, lay Stan.

He was halfway down the hallway with his room facing the nurses desk so he could be monitored closely. The doctors had run a whole battery of tests on him and so far couldn't quite find anything physiologically wrong with him. He had been evaluated three times in two days and hadn't said anything except to stare and mumble. His hair was still a shocking white and his eyes wide. Stan was lying in bed, unrestrained, staring up at the corner closest to him. There seemed to be a little spider weaving a web, and Stan was just fascinated. The nurse came around to do her checks and made small talk, but Stan just kept staring at the corner.
As she was about to leave the room she heard Stan say something; more of a hoarse whisper really. She went over to the bed and looked at him. he was pointing up to the corner with his index finger, his eyes even wider, if that was possible.
"Is it the spider Stan?" she asked. "What is it, what can I help you with?" She was leaning over the bed slightly and Stan grabbed her by the shoulder and still pointing he said"looook."
"Looook at it. Do you see the eyes? It has yellow eyes."
The nurse firmly but gently loosened Stan's grip on her and turned to look at the corner better. What she saw there caused a muffled but useless scream to her throat. There were two yellow eyes looking at her, but not from a spider; What she saw was a hideous looking head with what looked like an exposed brain that was moving, like a Medusa's head of worm-things. As she stood frozen to the spot, even these wormstrosities looked like they had tiny yellow eyes moving around.
The nurse suddenly went quiet, and stood as if in a trance. Then she turned and said to Stan," It's time to go Stan.", and lowered the bed rail. Stan nodded in agreement as he found himself staring into the face of Eileen, the girl who ran errands for Mrs. Donahue; Eileen, the girl who had been missing for days. Eileen, who now had glowing yellow eyes.

Back at Mrs. Donahue's house the pace had picked up. When she answered the door everyone sort of moved back as one crowd, except the little boy devil with the horns. he looked up at the beautiful Vampire and said:"Trick or treat!!", and held his plastic pumpkin out. "Why you're the cutest little devil I've seen in many a year!", she beamed. "Just step right up and Igor will give you some candy." As Igor the zombie-husband lumbered up to the door the little devil screamed and ran down the stairs. His father felt an unfortunate burst of justifiable anger and yelled at Igor for scaring his son. The other parents decided to chime in as they pushed their kids behind them. " You old weird woman!" the mom of the little ghost cried out. "We should have known better than to come here." Mrs. Donahue stepped outside of her front door onto the porch. Though no wind was blowing her vampire cape and her hair blew back in waves behind her. She glanced up at the sky and said aloud,"Yes, the time is now. I have been waiting for this night for almost ten years. As the moon reaches totality all will be mine!!" Some of the parents looked up and saw that the lunar eclipse had begun and in fact was almost completely in the earths shadow except for a sliver at the top. The rest of it had turned a burnt orange color and looked like a great big plastic ball just hanging there, as if to fall any minute.
Mrs. Donahue looked out over the little group and waved her hands as if smoothing out a sheet on a bed. The parents and the costumed children became still. She waved her hands again and said to zombie-Igor to open the door and move aside. Then she waved her hands in a come-here motion and single file all the parents and children filed up the front steps and into the house. Zombie-Igor turned his head slowly as they passed and he smiled a horrid, drooly smile.

Stan and the yellow-eyed Eileen were walking from the hospital. She in her nurses uniform, he in his hospital gown despite the cold temperature. They did not speak, but walked as if on a mission. And they were on a mission, though they weren't aware of it. As they walked down the couple of blocks toward Mrs. Donahue's house, people stared and talked. Then they fell into place in a single line, following Eileen and Stan. The closer they got the more people seemed to be following. As they turned the corner where the police precinct was, the door opened and all the officers on duty just walked out and fell into the very long line; everyone in a trance, oblivious to one another.
When they arrived at the house they stopped in the driveway. Mrs. Donahue the Vampire was waiting for them. She looked up at the sky once more and saw that the moon was totally in the shadow now. With her cape and hair still blowing behind her she walked down the steps and went to Stan and Eileen. "What good helpers you two have been. You shall be rewarded, go inside now." Then she continued down the line and tapped every other person in line on the shoulder. The ones that she tapped turned and just walked away, they would not remember this night.She only kept about 8 children, and sent the rest away..she would need them in the future.
Meanwhile Stan and Eileen had walked into the house, and seemed to come out of their trance. Eileen's eyes no longer glowed yellow, but huge and brown and staring. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Stan looked at where she was staring and saw Zombie-Igor feeding with his ragged half-vampire teeth on the little group that had come in earlier. As Stan watched he saw Igor morph into what looked like the old Mr. Donahue who supposedly had killed himself years ago. Except he wasn't old anymore. The more he fed, the younger looking he became.
The Vampiress entered the house after the line of townsfolk had stepped inside. "Now this is Halloween!!" "And all treats, right husband?" There was a mumble from the corner, as Zombie-Mr. Donahue-Igor had decided to munch some brains also. She turned and sized up Stan and Eileen. With a wave of her hand they started to grow little pointy teeth. "Feed, my friends. Feed and prepare for your duties."
"But first, Stan my dear, I need to feed on you." Eileen approached the woman at the head of the line who just bent her head to the side in open invitation. Eileen bit into the neck and as she drank her first taste of blood, a feeling coursed through her body like a mixture of molten lava and a good romp in bed.
Vampiress Donahue moved up to Stan and whispered in his ear,"I've always thought you were handsome Stan. Now let see how you taste." She bit into his neck and then threw her head back and laughed. "Delicious!" she declared, and drank deeply. When she was through Stan joined Eileen at the feeding line. Mr. Donahue no longer looked like a zombie-igor thing. He was handsome and smiling. "My dear", he said holding out his hand to the vampiress. "I am so glad to be whole with you again." "As I am to have you. ", she said. "Make sure you feed enough to get you through till the next eclipse, we have some touring to do." "But who will watch the house while we're gone? It will be several years, you know." She pointed to Eileen and Stan who were still feeding greedily as they went down the line of people. "They will, my love. As they drink, they get older. And by the morning the house will be as it was. There will be a new errand girl for Stan and Eileen, who will have been married for forty-five years. The town shall go on as it has, with one other exception." "What's that, dear?" asked the new Mr. Donahue. "Well, I took the life-breath from the chief here. But I was going to leave that strapping Sgt. Splatt in charge. I guess you were hungrier than I thought, not much of him left."
" So instead of one of us, it will have to be one of those I let go." "But no worries, it will all be just another day after Halloween for them."

Stan and Eileen finished their feeding and turned toward The Vampiress and her husband. They had blood on their chins and Eileen's eyes were glazed over. Mrs. Donahue sniffed in disgust and waved her hand again. Suddenly the pair were dressed in clean clothes, and hair combed and neat. Stan still had his white hair, and Eileen's had some beginnings of gray.
They looked like any other couple that had been together for a number of years. The house suddenly wasn't as bright. The lights had dimmed, the furniture looked a bit faded. The bodies that had been fed upon turned to dry dust and simply disappeared.
"Come, my love, we must go now. Before the moon becomes bright again.", said Mr. Donahue, now wearing a spotless cape himself. "Yes, we must", replied the Vampiress. "Why, I think I may miss this house."
"No you won't. Come, we have many countries to visit, and new blood to feed on. Let's blow this town."

With that, the two Vampires stepped outside onto the front porch. They held hands and lifted off the porch, their capes out behind them. As they flew off in the distance the capes seemed to take on the look of wings. A couple of streets over two teenagers walking home from a party looked up and saw two bats flying past. "Man, they were big.", the one said to the other. They continued down the street.
As the moon came out of the shadow of the earth, the town grew silent for the night. At the end of the cul-de-sac stood a run down house with a broken porch step. The fence was leaning out, and the place just had an abandoned look to it.
Stan's house stood silent too, with a for sale sign out on the lawn. The neighbor to the right of Stan's house stood upstairs at his bedroom window wondering where Stan had gone. he just couldn't quite remember what had gone on the last couple of days. Just stress he thought. He looked down the street at the old Donahue place. He took a quick, ragged breath in, then shook his head and turned to get into bed. As he lay there under the sheets and blanket he closed his eyes adn tried to calm his racing heart. But in the darkness behind his closed eyelids he saw the two pairs of yellow eyes staring back at him from the old house down the street.

The End.

***this story was written by me on another website, then transferred to mine. it is the first story of this genre i have attempted***