The hooded stranger he pulls out a key with three rings. He unlocks the marble covered grave in the cemetery, through three rings carved into the side.
It opens up like a door. He steps in and turns for my hand. I'm not sure what I'll find, but I know I'll have the answer to what's happening to me, here.
I took his hand, and stepped in with him. The marble door closed above us. Walking down the steps, we entered a place where torches lit up the room.
We went right where the tunnel lead us further and further through darkness. I stopped for a minute, feeling agonising pain through my stomach. The hooded stranger stops and turns, watching me.
My arm itched and burned, feeling the pain eating away into it again. I unclipped the stupid bandage and fully unwrap it.
The mouldy green colour spreading through my arm, reached all over my body, and dark purple veins spreading where the bite use to be, began to fade.
I dropped to my knees. The hooded stranger took out a paper bag in front of me, like he knew what's going to happen.
Something lifted up through my throat and then, I vomited right into the bag, as I felt my head spinning, feeling so faint, my body dropped to the ground.
Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in a tight space so dark; I pushed open the wooden door.
I sat up, seeing that I'm in a coffin made me gasp, am I dead!?
My heart never thumping as much as I'm freaking out right now, I couldn't feel it beat at all. I must be dead!
The stone door opened in front of me, and in came the hooded stranger. I leaped from the coffin, "Where am I, why was I in there!?" I demanded, "Tell me!!!" I shook him by the jumper; he pulled me off by the wrists, "Fine. Don't tell me."
He turns me to the mirror. I saw that my skin is pale green and my eyes are sheer white. I turn back to him, "Am I...?"
He looks down as if in reply, yes. I removed the hood off his head; he looked up at me as I did.
The black scruffy hair and the scar on down his eyebrow, I stepped back, "Why did you do this, to me?"
With his head down, he shrugged. I left out the door before he could stop me. Walking through the hall, where many rooms are, I went to the one ahead.
Looking around I saw what looks like a party, and music blasting words like, brains? The dancing looks like something out of Michael Jackson's Thriller.
When I took a closer look, I saw... they were all like me, dead. I turn around and bump into him, "Get away from me!" I ran down the stairs into the dancing crowd.
Squeezing through, I stepped back on the dance floor where squares of colours mixed. I watched him walk toward me.
I bumped into someone behind me, "Hey, watch it!" He said in a grouchy voice. I stepped back, "Sorry."
My foot tripped and he suddenly caught me and pulls me back for a dance. By the time the song ends, he dips me and everyone watching, claps. He smiles as he looks to them, and then looks back down at me, pulling me up again.
I guess this didn't seem so bad, being dead and all.