Posts Tagged ‘vampire’

In firm command, Countess DeLuise, bedecked in jewels, loudly tapped against her champagne glass with her spoon. The table grew silent. The countess let the silence grow for great effect, then in a rather bracing voice declared, “It’s schrecklichkeit!”

Greta searched her memory and remembered that the German word meant frightful. Her blue eyes lit with interest, and she wondered just what it was that was being described.

Countess DeLuise continued, her substantial voice growing stronger with each word. “Ja, I must speak now! I can hold the forbidden secret no longer. The news is grave, very grave. One of you…is a vampire.


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Well, here’s another adventure with the paranormal I had when in undergraduate school.  It was a Saturday night, around midnight.  I was taking summer school classes and staying at the dorm in Lubbock.  I had just come back from a date.  We had seen Omen and I was scared.  The dorm on the third floor was deserted.  It  was like I was the only living and breathing being there.  My room was about midway down the dorm hall and no one, I mean, no one was about.  I guess everybody had gone home or were on really late dates or staying overnight someplace.  I called out in the darkness and it was silent.  The kind of silent that freezes the blood in your veins.  I nervously went to the public bathroom.  It was huge with toilets on one side and showers with those old fashioned shower curtains.  As I entered, the hair on the back of my neck stood out, and I heard a small noise behind a shower curtain.  I stopped and stared, my breathing hitching.  “Hello,”  I called out softly, then gaining some courage, called out louder.  For a full minute, there was nothing.  My mind filled with visions of the Psycho shower scene.  (After watching that movie, I couldn’t shower for months)  and werewolves hiding behind the shower curtain, their sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight, from the windows letting in much needed light.  I had forgotten to turn on the lights.  The sound, a scratching like noise, sounded again and my vision narrowed as I focused on the sound.  It was surely coming from the third shower curtain to the left.  I gulped as I took a step backward, my eyes glued to the curtain.  It was at that moment my heart speeded up, for a hand appeared around the curtain.  It was pale with long red nails, really long read nails, done really bad.  A low pitched voice began to speak, “I want to drink…”

I ran like the wind out the bathroom and to my room, which I had foolishly left the door open.  I grabbed my car keys, my heart in my throat as I ran down the hall.  Behind me, in the darkness, I could hear the pounding of footsteps.  I hit the elevator at a run and hurried inside, frantically pushing at the button.  The door closed with a click as the footsteps closed in.  I got a glimpse of something moving fast.  I ran to my car in my  KA t-shirt, men’s boxers, which I slept in, my hair in curlers, and went to spend the night with one of my girlfriends who was spending the night at her fiance’s house.  I guess I’ll never really know if it was a vampire in the shower at the dorm, or a low-voiced party girl who wanted to go out drinking, with a really bad manicure.

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