She rolled on her bed a couple times, and a couple-more, trying desperately to fall asleep. Suddenly, she saw a pair of eyes glowing in the dark. “Who’s there? Come out!”
Someone turned on the lights. Two persons appeared- both-of- them grimly dressed in 18th Century clothes.
“Yes, Miss Stephanie Meyer it’s me.”
“And you are?”
The other guy is irritated. With his Victorian accent he exclaims, “I’m Dracula! For Christs-Sake! (A part of his face burns for taking the name) God-Dammit!! (Now, his face is on fire)
Edgar Allen Poe jumps a couple of times reaching high to extinguish the flame.
“ Why are you guys here?”
“To show you how creepy it is to be there when someone is actually sleeping!”
Dracula starts angrily, “You-don’t-even, know Dracula! How-on-earth, thee-mortal decideth to write a, Vamp-novel?”
“Well, I’m mad too! You guys never even tried giving me a chance! You guys don’t scare me!
“Oh-pleeease, we aren’t here to scare you. Maybe once-upon a midnight-dreary folks tried to frighten each-other in Halloween, but now it’s about being humorous and making-a-point.”
“But…but…I could’ve had the Nobel! Or atleast the Mc-‘Arthur’-Genius-Grant! How did
Te-ne-he-se-Coats win-but-not I?”
“Simple, He’s an Aethist…aaand…he-lives-in-Paris. Have you even read know the unwritten-guidelines how we award these?”
“Take-careth and by-the-way we ate your pizza.”
“ YOU-WHAAT?? NO ONE Touches…touches-my…. Pizzzaaaa!” Stephanie screamed and shouted-turning-into a Werewolf -imprinting on their children.
They lived Creepily-ever-after.