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It was such a pleasant evening and I was enjoying the leisurely walk back to my hotel room. I was in town on business and had just finished my evening meal at the diner two blocks away. Just as I had finished walking the first block and was about to cross the street to walk the second block, someone grabbed me from behind and held me in a tight grip. Before I could scream, a hand was placed over my mouth. As we struggled, I managed to get into a position where I could see that the attacker was very tall and was wearing some type of long black cape with a hood that almost completely covered his face. Somehow I managed to get a hand free and I instantly reached up and pulled the hood back. I stared up into a face that looked centuries old, framed by jet-black hair that formed a widow’s peak at the center of his forehead. His piercing eyes were like black coals. His mouth was turning into a snarl and I could see two, long and sharp teeth protruding from the sides. I gasped loudly, stumbling backward as I said, “But I thought you weren’t real!”

“I can assure you, dear lady, I am very real,” he said darkly, as his mouth opened wider to reveal those horrible teeth.

I began to struggle even more when suddenly I remembered the cross that I always wore around my neck. I reached inside my blouse and pulled the cross out, grasping it in my shaking hand. I thrust the cross forward, holding it just inches from his colorless face. I expected him to recoil in fear and pain, but instead he stood there with a look of disbelief on that terrible face. Then he threw back his head and laughed fiendishly. “Are you for real?” he said, before he grabbed me by the hair and turned my neck towards those teeth.