Why Vampires Suck At Haunting
II DIDN’T SEE IT COMING, but that wasn’t unusual. But I didn’t expect the ghost to try for my neck. I felt more than I saw, which was only a smoky shimmering.
A quick shrug and a yell got it off, and it disappeared. I rubbed my neck thoughtfully. No scratches or punctures, just a gnawed feeling. Lucky this time.
My yell brought Sal and Jude running into the former living room of the empty old Victorian house they had brought me to. Worry crossed both of their faces.
“What happened? You OK?” Sal sputtered out.
“Sure, just something trying to clamp onto my neck. But it went away as soon as I yelled.” I answered.
Jude c****d her head to the side. “Was it trying to take a bite out of you or just give you a hickey?”
Sal frowned. “I think we better get some
