The Wielder of Worldly Knowledge Part II

Finally another post. Let's get this battle against amnesia goin' strong.

So here's a tribute to our shared fascination with vampires and other paranormal phenomena while growing up. Remember that large freezer in the basement that we used as blanket and pillow storage? I used to crawl in there as a kid since it was long enough to fit me, and I would either sleep or pretend I was a vampire and pop up while we were down there doing laundry. We would also pretend to be on the X-files: I would be the dead corpse laying inside the fridge on top of all the pillows, and you would be Scully doing an autopsy.

I remember one time when I was a probably about 12 or 13, we were in the other room of the basement ironing clothes, and we got on the subject of vampires again somehow. I was laughing and smirking at the fact that you claimed to be one. Then all of a sudden, a serious expression came over your face, you started walking towards me slowly, predator-style, while saying, "But I really am a vampire." Then I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran for the stairs, tripped half-way up, and banged my chin hard. I managed to scramble up and out of the basement, and I think mom and dad asked what all the racket was about. I probably told them you were up to your old antics again: trying to scare the daylights out of me.