Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
I’m not talking about the sexy kind – there’s no schmaltzy Twilight saga here. I’m talking about a foul creature, with limbs like skin-covered bone and a complexion like death. Have you ever walked into a room and seen it snarl like a beast, ready to pounce? Has it rooted you to the spot with sunken, but hypnotic eyes, leaving you frozen and petrified as it uncoils itself from the shadows? Have you felt time grind by impossibly slowly as the creature crosses the room to you in the time it takes you to blink?
Have you remained motionless through fear as the creature placed a hand, its nails like talons, on top of your head, while the other hand slid under your chin, tilting your head upwards and backwards, exposing your neck? Have you felt its hot breath keenly against your skin, as its rough, grey tongue slides down across your cheek and over your jaw, before resting on your throat? Has its tongue lingered there, as if savouring the moment? Have you experienced the sinking, all-consuming darkness as you realise that this vampire does not feed on blood … but on memories?
Well? Have you? I’m guessing that you answered “no”. So let me rephrase the question.
Have you ever found yourself standing in a room, unable to remember why you came in?
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