Ah. Nothing could beat the thrill of writing a horror story.
She sat down at her desk and began to write.
'The bat swept down from nowhere. Velvet black wings which absorbed the pale moonlight rather than reflected it flapped quickly as if the creature's purpose needed to be carried out urgently.'
A satsifying chill ran down her spine as she paused to envisage the scene.
'It landed on Crissy's neck, causing her to scream. But it had already bitten her and flown away. Crissy collapsed to the floor unconscious. When she woke up, she would be a vampire.'