Fright Night -2011- -

Behind her, shapes stirred. Not vampires. Worse. Things that had been human once, then vampire, then dead—and now something else. Their mouths were sewn shut with silver wire. Their fingers ended in bone needles.

“One year. Hide well.”

The hallway to the living room was a dark throat. He pressed his back to the wall, breathing through his mouth. At the threshold, he risked a look. fright night -2011-

Charley tightened his grip on the bat. His heart hammered so loud he was sure she could hear it.

“No,” he said.

He knew this because every night since he’d driven a sharpened broom handle through Jerry the vampire’s heart, he’d woken up at 3:33 AM drenched in a cold sweat that smelled faintly of copper. The nightmares weren’t of Jerry—the suave, grinning monster who’d posed as his neighbor. They were of the silence after. The way Jerry’s skin had flaked away like burnt paper, the way his ashes had spelled out a single, winding word on the carpet: Soon.

“I’m going to need an army.”

Charley picked up his phone. It was fully charged now. 6:02 AM. He scrolled to a contact he’d never thought he’d use again.