The shiny coffin lid rises slowly, creaking open, giving us a creepy image of what must be inside. But what escapes is only a swarm of flies and dust. We did notice scratches on the outside, and interestingly, it locks from the inside. The interior fabric has white lace and satin fringe; the blood staining makes it seem ghoulish. And just then, loud sighs and screeches emanated behind us in the chilly night air. Oddly, a dream-like trance soothes us. The red eyes we encounter would typically be terrifying, but no, we willingly expose our carotid arteries.
“Welcome to Transylvania!”
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very spooky Susi! :D
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:) he he
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Chilling, with that signature sense of humor
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:) Thank you for saying, Sara!
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Why do we expose our neck? There is a ‘swoon’ element in it somewhere.
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We have no choice when we are in a trance. :)
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Excellent intense writing, Susi! Love the humorous twist at the end too.
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Appreciate that so much, Freya! :) I always love a good twist. ;)
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EEEEK! An now I’m going to have to sleep with the lights on!
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Oh, no! I’m sorry, Val! :)
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Ooh! So chilling
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Glad I could bring that across. Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re always welcome my friend
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Wonderful !!
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Thank you, Brenda!
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