Dreaming of a handsome dead man she called. I am sorry, but there are no handsome dead men, so I answered instead.
I listened to her pleas. She adored glittering vampires. “They are so romantic…” ha! She had no idea.
Of course she saw what she wanted to see. I, of course, saw dinner. Dinner for months. I could easily stretch it out.
But then her father caught me.
I think he really believed I go “poof!” when the sunlight struck. The ultraviolet light will eventually un-animate me, but not for a while. I will escape.
I am the Nosferatu!
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The guy in the photo reminded me of Nosferatu and all of the vampires since then that have been based on that original take.