Frisca sat there crouched behind the huge bronze chest, hoping that no one had caught her listening to their conversation. Her pulse increased as she imagined the consequences of getting caught by Vlade, the half-vampire. The museum that appeared simple to her at first, was now beginning to look creepy and haunted. Frisca believed that the place was full of bitter secrets and mysteries that she swore never want to come across. The haunting darkness in the gallery made her feel all the more uncomfortable, as she loathed darkness right since her childhood. This time it wasn’t the fear of a ghostly hand or a monster-catching her in the darkness, but a half-vampire, a real one that loathed her equally. Invariably she started humming a random song that slipped out of her trembling lips. Her swe
