When I was a kid I was scared to death of vampires.
As far as I was concerned they existed they were on our place and they were going to get me.
I would lay awake for hours at night guarding my room I would go to sleep with my hands guarding my neck.
My bedroom had a spring window and one night it came flying open by itself.
My family even had me convinced they were all vampires.
It was like this until I was maybe 12 years old.
They stopped because I think that since all of the guns were in my room I might try to kill all of them.
One night they waited until around one in the morning and my dad sneaked into my room with vampire teeth.
My mother and sister were guarding the door and was going to hold it shut while my dad sucked the blood out of me.
But I was ready for them and had it all planed out.
I had a baseball bat sprung out of bed and beat the devil out of every one of them before they could stop me.
This is absolutely true I'm not making it up I was scared for my life
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Its Funny now but it wasn't then.
No wonder my Siamese cat hated them.
Worth