[ferretchucker]

Here's a little taster from my story. Isaac is the kings son and there are nine other men there.


Bartholomew, the Butler ordered one of the men to go over and check it out. James, the fattest of the ten crept over to the door. He undid the bolt and opened the door a crack. The pale moonlight shone in and illuminated the coffin which had fallen open. One of the men was sick.
“Nothing there,” said James slowly. The driver was walking over as James opened the door a little bit wider. Suddenly, the entire mood changed. There was banging and screaming as James’s head was pulled through the door. Five of the men including Bartholomew, Isaac and the driver ran over to him and grabbed onto his limbs trying desperately to pull him back. A deafening screech filled the air as lighting flashed and the rainwater trickled in. It was red.
They made one final pull and managed to pull in James. There worries weren’t over though. The door was opening as one of the creatures arms shot through and started thrashing around for more. Bartholomew ran over to the left side of the door and threw all his weight at it, Isaac did the same. Shrieks cut through the clanging as the creatures arm was slowly crushed. Bones crunched and splintered as the arm thrashed more wildly. Blood started to appear trickling down the wooden doors an one finger turned blue. A blood stained bone cracked and shot through the skin. A tear formed along the skin shooting wildly down the creatures arm and muscle, veins and bone were revealed. Finally, the doors shut together.