Beware This Is The Tomb Of The Great Vampire Darius...Enter And Be Eaten.
Some dumbass, teenager thought that was a funny joke huh?
The words glared back at her in bold, bloody letters.
Amy shrugged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh no, bloody vampires are gonna get me. I'm so scared."
Her phone buzzed, jolting her. Of course, it was them, checking if she was still going through with the dare.
College students should grow the hell up.
They were graduating in three days. Why the hell did they need to pull stupid stunts like teenagers?
She answered the video call, plastering on a fake smile. Her phone's torch illuminated the rocky path ahead.
"Hey," she said flatly as Alice's face popped up on the screen.
"Scared yet?" Alice giggled, leaning closer to the camera.
"Not even close," Amy retorted, rolling her eyes. "It's just a dark cave. Can I leave now?"
Alice shook her head, grinning. "Nope. You said you'd take pictures with the coffin and spray 'What an Asshole' on it. So, go on!"
"Yeah, go on!" Penelope chimed in, appearing on screen with a beer in hand. "This is gonna be hilarious."
Alice piped up again, her voice annoyingly chipper. "Think about it—this'll help us with our history project. We need to submit it by the weekend or we're toast."
Amy rolled her eyes again, the movement practically second nature at this point. Her bleached pink hair flopped into her face, making her groan. Why had she dyed it this color? Oh, right—another one of Penelope's dares.
They were making her do the craziest things in this pre-graduation haze. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if she died.
The gravel crunched under her boots, and a shrill noise echoed in the cave, sending chills down her spine.
"What was that?" Alice asked, her voice suddenly wary.
"Damon Salvatore coming to get me," Amy muttered sarcastically, clicking on the pen torch she'd stashed in her pocket.
The beam of light barely illuminated the space before a swarm of bats exploded in her face.
"Ha! Perfect timing!" Penelope howled with laughter.
"Yeah, hilarious," Amy deadpanned, brushing her coat off.
As she ventured deeper into the cave, the space opened up into a smooth, polished area. At the center stood a coffin, squeaky clean, as though it had been meticulously washed every day.
Amy pulled out a small spray can from her coat pocket. "Well, here's the damn grave," she announced, her voice echoing through the cavern.
Alice and Penelope squealed.
"Oh my God, it looks so cool!" Alice exclaimed.
"Now I regret not going with you," Penelope whined.
Amy chuckled, savoring their reactions as she sprayed EAT MY ASSHOLE across the coffin in bold, defiant letters.
"You're insane, Amy!" Penelope gasped.
Grinning, Amy turned her phone's camera to catch their shocked faces. Then, she pulled a second phone from her pocket for a selfie, her smirk mischievous.
But their reactions shifted. The grins vanished. Their faces drained of color.
"A-A-Amy," Penelope stammered, her voice trembling.
Amy rolled her eyes. "I'm not falling for that, Penny."
Alice screamed, piercing and guttural. "No, Amy—behind you!"
Amy froze. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Slowly, she turned her head.
Fangs gleamed in the dim light, long and razor-sharp.
He was already close, his breath hot against her neck.
"So... fucking delicious," he sneered, his voice low and predatory.
She bolted, but it was too late. His teeth sank into her neck, and a blood-curdling scream tore through her throat, echoing into the endless dark.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"