Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Julie the Vampire
When my sister was in high school (I think) she read "Dracula". We lived in a spooky house...spooky because it had creaks and the doors would shut by themselves (wind and air probably). Her bedroom was at the end of the hall, and I've already told you how spooked we were by the creepy hallway, and my bedroom was off the center of the hall. She either woke up and noticed, or was reading and noticed, but she had two red marks on the side of her neck (zits). The house was quiet (meaning I was quiet) and she came to check on me. I was sleeping on the top of my bed with my hands folded on my chest or something strange. This is what happened, and you can fill in the thought process my sister had. "Julie?" really soft like. nothing..."Julie?" a little louder...nothing...creeping a little into the room now..."Julie?" louder and closer. Nothing, "Julie?!" kinda loud...I slowly open my eyes...my red blood shot eyes (I was sick)...she says "Julie?" quiet again..."What?!" I croak. "Oh, just seeing if you were okay" turns around with a nervous giggle and leaves a confused, grumpy, sick sister alone to wonder why her sister is so strange.