The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 124

Before moving away Bastet slashed his forehead and neck. The first would blur his vision with blood, while the latter was done with surgical precision to distend the muscles needed to control his vocal chords.

Clara gulped, but continued applying pressure. At this point even the drunk could feel the intense pain building up. Those glassy eyes widened, and was about to let out a blood curdling scream. She covered his mouth with a firm grip, muffling the call for  help… that might have been loud enough to wake the dead

Instead there was the sound of bones popping out of their joints and snapping. It did take long for the man to faint, which was exactly what Clara wanted.

a hauntingly realistic photo of a moonlit winter cemetery at midnight, where the dead are rising up from their snow-covered graves, their tattered clothing and worn faces illuminated by the faint glow of luminescent fog, the camera capturing the eerie atmosphere and sense of foreboding, with the graves and crumbling headstones stretching into the darkness, the only sound being the soft crunch of snow and the unsettling whispers of the undead, the image rendered in muted colors with deep blues and greys, accented by the soft warm glow of lanterns in the distance, with a shallow depth of field, focusing on the faces and hands of the risen dead, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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