still waiting...

It was dark,winter is always dark under these stone walls. I cannot remember when all started but i guess it was always there just waiting for the right moment to come.
The rain was becoming stronger, it was soon a storm, the wind blew everything on its way, the trees danced in a rough way provoked by the wind, you could hear the wind speaking sinisterly in every room, the lightening become strong illuminating in a sinister way the dark rooms,showing spectral shadows like I have never seen before on the darkness. The sound of the thunders interrupted every single thought in my head,stopping me from distracting myself in a book.
The house became cold all of the sudden,the fire was not enough to overcome this sudden cold, the candles suddenly blew and the fire dissipated, I felt shiver in my back, for the first time I felt fear, something unknown was with me and I didn't know what it was or who it was. When the lightening stroked I saw a shadow close to my shadow, I was not alone.
Then I remembered I always saw a shadow before sleep but I thought it was a dream, like in that moment I wanted to think I was dreaming but it was actually the end of my dream...
The shadow become closer, I could feel its breathing close to my body, cold hands like ice touching my neck, my shoulders...How someone could be so cold?...
And felt like a sharp knife was piercing into my neck, I could feel the warm blood of mine running out of my body and being sucked, I could feel the pleasure and extasis of being killed slowly... His hands which were cold slowly became warm and held my body, touching every corner of it even the most intimate part of it producing the most exciting feeling of pleasure of that moment... Death was always described as painful and the worst feeling of all but in that moment death was the most exciting feeling, and extasis full of pleasure just like when you make love...the pleasure of the sin...
My body was becoming cold I could feel it, and soon became fearful again, I didn't want the pleasure to go, He turned to face him, I just saw his yellow eyes, like a beast at night, bright eyes to see in the dark, he became close to my face, I could feel his warm breath in my face and then his lips on mines, his tongue being introduced in my mouth and meeting my tongue, playing with each other in a way I never knew, the pleasure came again, the extasis when he touched the intimate corners of my body and suddenly I could feel nothing more, the lightening stopped and everything was darkness... There I saw my body completely out of life...I was dead but I was still there being able to see how others saw my dead body and cried for me but they couldn't see I was there...
Years passed and the same scene repeated again, that being, a man but he was not human, he looked like one,handsome but he was a night beast, killing and seducing a woman, sucking her blood and slowly in a depraved way being killed. Since when dead could be so full of lust?...
But her soul didn't get stuck like me, who is still in this house watching like he makes love to women and kills them while doing it... I wonder why I am still here, after so many years...

I guess I am still waiting to someone notice and realizes there is a monster here and kills him to avenge my death...