Inside the Garden

You cower under the bed for a long while but the man doesn't return. Just as you are working up the courage to wriggle out into the room, the door opens again.

Lots of people stride into the room; they're pale and beautiful and uniformally dressed in expensive clothes. And they all have fangs.

Vampires?

You let out a small grunt of surprise and, as one, the people all turn to look at the bed. You are frozen with horror as they approach.

After a second, the bed lifts away from you as one of the men picks it up in one hand. They grin down at you.