So, One Night a Long Time Ago, I Saw A Vampire
I was out walking late one night, as was my custom. Sleep does not come easily to me, and when it does, it does not persist for very long. Anyway, I felt something dark and dangerous, and then I saw it. The Vampire.
What else could it be? I know few other things that look vaguely human and can dissolve into mists and fog to elude other wanderers in the dark, such as myself.
I never saw it or any of its kind again. But tonight I had that same feeling as when I did see it. And again sleep escapes me. So instead, I messily paint the image of the creature onto a digital canvas. And imagine what kind of life the creature lives, and what schemes it hatches.

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