Vampyr!

A vampire placed a pretty single stem sunflower outside the balcony door of the glass-built penthouse where the mass was held one gloomy afternoon.

With an evil smirk on her face, she mouthed "You're going to die.". She grabbed a bouquet of pretty purple flowers, walked into the glass balcony door, and to the friend sitting to my right.

"You're going to die, too."

And then she flew away.

My friend and I looked at each other, our hearts pounding almost right out of our chests.

She held my hand tight. "We're not going to die."