Halloween: Fact or Fiction
This story starts on September the 18 2000 on a rather cool evening in Southend, I was walking down this road, and it was long and dark, (it reminded of Nelson Street on a freezing cold morning).
I don't know how I came to be walking down this road but I knew I had to do it; it was if my life depended on it, it felt as if a strange force was controlling my every action.
I was drawn to this house, it looked like any other house really but I had a feeling, there was something different about it.
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
The next thing I knew it was 2 hours later and I was still in this house, I got up and noticed that the date on the desk calendar was 31st October 1920, the desk was thick with dust. I had also regained my own movements.
I heard a bump behind me, I spun round and saw a book on the floor, it flipped open to a page which was written in a strange language but I could now understand it.
I picked it up and it said that 80 years ago a man was attacked by giant bats, Suddenly I heard a rustling sound coming from the hallway, the door swung open, vampire bats of all sizes burst through the door.
I ran around the entire house to get away from them, when I got to the kitchen I found a glass of a glowing red liquid I threw it at the bats and they vanished.
Just then the...