So I’m Dating A TV Vampire

So hi! Man the title of this book kinda tells the whole story, am I right. No? Okay, okay, I got it. The whole thing from the start. September 2nd 2011 My name is Elizabeth and I work at a certain amusement park that has to do with movies and Hollywood. My job is pretty boring and normally very hot. Not sexy hot, temperature hot. California, do have to say anything else. During breaks we all sit around in the break rooms and talk about the celebrities we saw and how awful they are. When September rolls around everything changes over to Halloween. And work creates a horror Halloween experience. So of course break time gossip turns to the ghost stories of the backlot. What actors/actresses took their lives on what set, in what dressing rooms. Who died in horrible accidents while shooting/working on the lot. We debated over and over what stories where rumor, real, or all together false. I spoke up to my coworkers and told them a rumor I heard a year before. “So guys I heard a good one. So I was told that back in the 60’s they made a tv show here about a vampire that wakes up after 200 years and goes back to his family. A whole bunch of stuff happens, but that’s not what is important. Supposedly this tv show was based off the real life of a real vampire! They say the vampire was a writer on the show but no one knows which one. He worked in Hollywood for decades writing and making tv shows. But the creepiest part is they say he’s still alive and lives on this very backlot. They say he movies from all the different permanent sets and unoccupied offices. It is said that if you remain on the lot to late, and you are walking alone you may here a soft shuffle of foot steps. Then all the sudden he is upon you, sucking you blood and life force.” With the last sentence I grabbed my coworker beside me and had an evil cackle that made my friends jump. I couldn’t stop laughing the looks on their faces where priceless. We all returned to work for the rest of the 104 degree day. Another mindless day at work until my lead tracked me down asking if I could work a double. Just great I needed the money so of course I said yes then immediately cursed myself for the fast response. The night was so slow that I thought I would fall asleep at my post. I was out in the lot helping with directions for a large event but I was in a weird deserted spot. The night was cooling off and I was getting goosebumps. Hugging my arms around me I tried to ward them off. I was rubbing my arms when a soft whisper wind blew across my neck. Then I heard it, a soft rustle behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I swore I heard my name whispered on the air. I turned around slowly in a circle trying to find the source of the noise trying to calm myself down. The story I told earlier isn’t true, I’m just going crazy. Right?