Skeered.

Terrified.

Of vampires.

I *hate* vampires. I hate anything even remotely associated with vampires.

(Go ahead, laugh, I realize it's ridiculous.)

When I was in 3rd grade, we made this art project. It was a hanging bat. I was so proud of it that when I got home, I hung it so it dangled from the inside of the frame of my canopy bed. That following Saturday, I saw the original classic, "Dracula"...and then when I went to bed, I couldn't stop staring at that.damn.bat.

I cannot handle vampires. I scarred myself for life.