Junior High seemed like a good place to make friends and maybe even meet a cute guy. And so I walked the halls of the ancient building in total unawareness of the one thing I had forgotten. I had heard stories of them; lurking, preying on innocent young ones, being weird, but never had I thought I’d fall victim. 

And then the ugly truth hit me. I had a stalker. He watched me like a hawk. He had my phone number. He was my friend on Myspace. How did I not realize this horrible truth sooner?! I slunk around corners and hid behind doors. I even resorted to crawling on floors to escape my creepy stalker. 

Then he started talking to me and I learned an even more horrible truth. Something so ghastly that I had trouble breathing (chocking on laughter is dangerous!). He believed, I mean truly believed, that he was a vampire. Laugh, go ahead, I know you want to. But, it gets even more bizarre. 

According to my stalker (*ahem* pulls out script and glasses) he was a thousand year old vampire and I was the descendant on his true love who lived thousands of years ago. And the deal was that my supposed ancestor’s father tried to have him killed and that my supposed ancestor died in the process. (By this point I was contemplating calling the mental hospital) And the biggest shock of the evening, he swore to protect all of his true Love’s descendants!

So what is all of this? A despersate plow to grab my attentions? Or a crazed lunatic stalker? (I’d like to select answer number 2 please!)

And so lives on my crazed vampire stalker, lurking in the depths of the high school hallways. Always watching me…..(and don’t forget drinking blood!)