PIT OF FEAR

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Way back within the Fall of 1879, a couple kissed each other in the moonlight outside of a manor up, in Vermont one night. They then walked along a brick road together and the man lit a pipe and smoked it. "Ah, Mortimer, what a lovely evening my Husband" the woman said to the man. "Why, yes, Anna, it is indeed my love" Mortimer replied to her, agreeing. As the yellow, red and orange leaves blew through the air and rustled on trees, Mortimer and Anna saw a figure within a black hood and cloak walking away from the open-gate on the other side of the manor when they were walking up to it then. "Pardon me sir. This is our manor and you have trespassed!!" Mortimer said to figure, rushing to him. The figure in the black hood and cloak gave him an eerie hiss and faded-out, vanishing.
Anna screamed in horror and ran to Mortimer. He hugged her. They both walked through the open-gate and he closed and locked it. Then they walked hand in hand to their manor. "It is going to be alright Anna my dear. Fore I have quite a surprise in store for you" Mortimer said to her, opened the doors of the mansion and when Anna walked into the home, she fell down, into a huge pit, screaming. "I married you for your wealth which you inherited, Anna. And now from digging this thirty-foot-deep-pit, your manor and money are both mine. Have a pleasant death" Mortimer called down to her. Anna fell into the arms of the black hooded-figure from in front of her gate. The figure put her on her feet and disappeared, fading out again. She gasped in surprised-fear and looked around at the walls of dirt, as she stood on a stone floor. Anna looked up and then heard the creepy hiss of the figure again within a tunnel in the bottom of the pit, causing her to gasp and look into it. She hesitantly walked into the tunnel that was lit with candles on each side of it. Meanwhile, Mortimer stood before a roaring-fire in a fireplace, drinking a bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey and smoking his pipe. Meanwhile, Anna walked through the tunnel, and saw the cloaked-figure coming towards her suddenly. 
Anna gasped in fear and the figure reached her. It was a vampire, having green flesh, light red eyes without pupils in them, outlined in black, and two long, sharp fangs of white hanging down from its upper-lip. Its lips were black, and the inside of its black hood was a deep-red. The monster held up his black clawed-hands, gesturing for her to halt. "Good evening, madam, please do not fear me. Fore I have seen and heard ye Lover's plot to murder ye. I vish to assist ye" the vampire said to her, explaining in a male voice. Anna hesitantly gasped in surprise, putting her hand up to her mouth. Meanwhile, Mortimer sat down in a chair by the crackling-fire within the fireplace and smoked his pipe. He looked over at the thirty-foot-deep pit and laughed. All of a sudden, the hissing of the male vampire was heard loudly within the pit, causing Mortimer to look over at it, curiously. The thing rose up, out of the pit, hissing away with its long, white fangs showing within the light of the candles. Its pupil less-eyes of light-red blinked at Mortimer, and the vampire floated over to him, its black clawed-hands reached out for the man. 
Mortimer screamed in horror, as his eyes grew wide, and he hit the male vampire over its head with his bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, causing it to smash. The vampire hissed loudly in pain, whiskey spilling on the floor from its soaking-wet-hood of black. The vampire clutched Mortimer's head with its clawed-hands of green and plunged its long white fangs into the side of his throbbing-throat. Mortimer screamed ever louder and writhed from side to side. The thing carried him by his head, floating over to the pit and dropped him into it. He screamed, falling deep, down into the darkened-hole. Mortimer landed at the bottom of it, being killed on impact. Anna stood at the entrance of the tunnel, looking over at her husband's corpse. The vampire floated up, out of the pit, carrying Anna within its arms. He set her on her feet by the crackling-fire in the fireplace. "Thank you kind inhuman vampire" she said to him, and he smiled and nodded to her, then floated back down, into the pit. As dirt and stone filled the pit up, Anna's front room shook somewhat as she smiled. Then it stopped shaking. Within the ground underneath the manor, the vampire dropped Mortimer's dead body in the candle-lit-tunnel, and sunk its fangs into its dead throat, hissing away, eerily. 
Well, lucky for poor Anna, that vampire inhabited that tunnel, eh, boys and GHOULS? It made sure poor Mortimer was GROUNDED ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Only Anna knew that SOME-BODY was buried down there aha-ha-ha-ha.