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Creative Writing: Dracula

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I feel as if at any moment I am going to see Dracula standing in one the the windows looking out into the night you were hear the sounds of bat wings flapping fighting against the night wind as you are running through the woods the soft dirt under your shoes and the rough hard bark of the trees against your palms you hear your heart beating against your chest then the breaking of twigs the all you feel is a sharp pain in your neck and the smell of your own crimson blood oozing

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