Hammering It Home

A wooden stake and hammer, Michael looked at them for a moment partly in disbelief, was the old man right?

He looked towards the woman sleeping on the bed. She didn’t look like a vampire but then what was she doing in a basement where the windows had been covered with thick cloth.

Michael glanced back to the old man who nodded encouragingly.

Got to be quiet. Michael moved forward silently in the eerie silence. Got to get this right, he thought, breathing slowly.

On the bed Josie slept unaware her deluded stalker was at the side of her bed.