It was dark cold night on last friday. Clocks were string 12.. Sudenly jack stopped barking.. Electricity Was cut..candle had turned shorter... Breeze was calm yet t Lamp was swinging on the outer door.. Its yolk yellow flame seemed a far comapnion of moon, that had painted the night in snowy glow. Roads were coated with beaming shafts of street lamps & towery shadows, unfurled over the entire city.. No movement, no sound except the freezing breeze.. Few seconds later leaves started to clatter...
I was bubbling with weirdest fear ever in my life.... Seeking jack, my eyes haulted.
A shape inside glass... A reflection.... I whipped back.
"oh! So fresh blood". Said the voice of a silvery figure.