On a dark and stormy night, the clock tower manager, Tom, was sleeping in his room at the top of the clock tower. He had yet to fix the window. Cold wind blew through the shattered window and Tom was shivering under his bed covers, his teeth chattering.
As Tom closed his eyes, a shadow slipped past the wall and Tom woke with a start. He looked around anxiously. Just as he was about to lie down, the shadow slipped past again. Gripping his pillow as a shield and his wrench as a weapon, he tiptoed towards the shadow nervously.
Suddenly, the shadow ran towards him. Tom's mind went as black as a black hole. He staggered backwards, fell to the ground and was knocked unconscious.
The next morning, when Tom woke up, he let out a big heave of relief as the shadow was no longer there, though a bat was clinging on to the fireplace, sleeping.
That night, Tom suspected the shadow was the bat, who looked very innocent. As the clock struck 12 midnight, the bat began to move. Then, to Tom's utter shock, the bat began to transform into something with sharp claws and sharp fangs, wearing a black cloak.
"Arrgghh!" Tom suddenly shouted, his heart beating fast. He was now looking at something much different than a bat, a VAMPIRE! The vampire gnashed his teeth together and let out an angry howl of laughter, and suddenly sank his teeth into Tom's arm. Tom could feel the blood suddenly drain out of him and his arm getting shrivelled up. He quickly, without thinking, pulled his arm back. He cried in pain as the vampire used his sharp claws to grab his arms like a cage. There was no way to win now is there?
Then Tom thought of it, the fireplace! He quickly pulled out a match that he kept in his pocket. He rubbed it against the wall and threw it into the fireplace. The fire suddenly shot up like a giraffe's neck. The fire struck the vampire's back and he howled in pain as he transformed back into a bat. By then, the fire was too big. Even Tom could feel it burning his side. The vampire, who is now a bat, had burnt his wing. He shouted, "I will return, you spoilt brat!" and flew off with a limping wing.
By now, the time was already 7am. Tom bandaged his arm and went back to work, with a limping arm which was like fire still burning his arm.
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