Vampire's Breath

4

At the

It took me a few seconds to figure out why it made that hissing sound. Then I saw a green mist gushing from the bottle

Thick fog rose like a geyser, cold wet. I felt it floating in my face.

"Ohhh." I groan when it tastes sour

reaching my nose.

I staggered backwards, choking. I started to vomit. I thrashed with both hands wildly, trying to dispel the fog.

"Yeah!" How to cry, make a sore face. Sing.press his fingers against his nose. "It stinks"

A sickening fog swept around us. In the second you're okay? the fog billowed throughout the room

"1-I can't breathe!" i gasp.

I can't see either. The fog blocked our flashlight!

"Oohh" moaned Cara. "It smells so bad!" My eyes burn. I can feel the acid mist in the tongue. I feel sick. My stomach's rumbling.

throat choked I had to clog the bottle, I decided. If I release the bottle, this disgusting mist will stop gushing

I knelt down and my flashlight chimed towards Boor. I groped the floor until I found the bottle. Then I swept my other hand in a circle until my fingers moved around

stopper Fight not to vomit. 1 push the plug into the top of the bottle

I jumped to my feet and lifted the bottle so Cara could see that I was closing it.

He didn't see me. Both hands covered his face. His shoulders are up and down. When I put the bottle down, I started to vomit. Again. Again. I can't get a disgusting taste out of my mouth.

The acid fog swirled around us for a few more looks. Then he lowered himself to the floor, fad-

Cara-1 finally choked

He slowly lowered his hand from his face. He blinked a few times, then turned to look at me. "Yuk," he murmured. "That's so grosal why would you take a bottle like that? It's all your fault"

"Huh?" i gasp. "My fault? My fault?" He's nodding. "Yes. If you don't take the bottle, I'll never drop it. And-" But you who wanted to open it screamed. "Remember? You made it

up!"

"Oh." He remembered.

She rubbed her sweater and jeans with both hands. He tried to remove that horrible stain. "Freddy, let's get out of here" he asked.

"Yes. Let's go." For once we agreed on a few things. I followed him to the door. Half way in

room, I turned around.

Looking at the coffin.

And jerked.

"How-to!" i'm whispering.

back to the dark room.

Staring at the pale figure in the coffin. "Are you scared?" Whispering way.

"Who-me?" I choked.

I have to show him I'm not afraid. I took a step towards the coffin. Then the other one. He stayed close by my side. The light from our flashlight shot out trembling in front of us.

My heart started to thump. My mouth suddenly felt dry. It is impossible to hold the flashlight steady.

"That's an old man" I whispered.

"But how did he get there?" How to whisper. "He wasn't there a second ago." He squeezed my arm again.

But I don't really feel the pain.I'm too ex

quoted, too amazed, too confused to feel anything. How did he get there?

Who her?

"Did he die?" How to ask.

I didn't answer. I'm crawling into the coffin

shone my light.

The man was old and completely bald. His SK stretched tightly across his skull, smoothing out a light bulb.

Eyes closed. His lips were as pale as his skin, tightly clenched.

His hands are small and white. Thin as a bone. They're crossed in his chest.

He was wearing a black tux. It looks very old. The stiff collar of his white shirt stuck to his pale cheeks. His thin black shoes were buttoned, not laced

"Did he die?" Repeating ways.

"I think so," I choked. I've never seen

people died before.

Once again, I felt Cara's hand on my arm. "Let's go" he whispered. "Let's get out of here!"

"okay."

I want to go. I want to get out of there as soon as possible. But something's holding me there. Something froze

I was on the spot, staring at that pale old face. At the old man lying so still, so silent in the purple coffin And as I stared, the old man opened his eyes.

Blinks.

And start sitting.