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The Demon Vampire of Hopetoun Street
It was, as far as I knew at the time, though I now know otherwise, a perfectly ordinary February evening, as I made my way north through George Street, passing Bathgate's famous "Poundland" and its many friends.
Wind blew on my face, blowing my hood down. I lifted it up but it got blown down again. Fortunately, since it wasn't raining, I didn't care too much and, hey, it's a dry evening in Bathgate, it would take a Hell of a lot more to spoil my mood.
A hell of a lot more, alas, is what I soon encountered.
Upon turning the corner at Boots, opposite from the Royal, I was going to continue my way along the road which would, should I follow it for an impractically large number of miles, take me eventually to Torphichen. However, I wasn't going so far, so what did I care at that moment about the site of the esteemed Torphichen Preceptory, famous for being one of, if not the most, oldest building(s) across the whole of West Lothian.
Except, an older presecne still I was soon to meet.
Like I said, I turned the corner, and there it was.
"Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced some money / I forgot to take it / it was stolen from me without it even being my fault, and as a result I cannot quite meet the bus fayre I require to take me back to Armadale." spoke a voice, out of the shadows.
Most people would be taken in by this. But not I. For, as an empath, I not only heard the words the voice denounced into mine ears, but also saw the figure's face. Two, no three, no four things stood out to me. The first two were the very large, very pointed, and very white teeth, extending in the inches beneath that pale face's lips (in the mouth area). The third was the face, which I recognised from the wanted posters that had been plastered all over town. And the fourth was the tremendous amount of blood spilling all across the figure's clothes, looking quite unacceptable to present himself at the WH Smith back on George Street had it still been open at the time.
Without furnishing the fellow with even a courteous nonanswer of a response, I dashed back to George Street to double check one of the wanted posters with the stranger's face. I hadn't quite clocked what it was he was wanted for. Could it be he was just being looked for as witness to something, maybe not even a big something? Perhaps he had been spotted on CCTV at the scene of someone recording their cassette onto another before giving their friend an entirely unlicensed copy? Maybe I had nothing to fear after all.
But as I approached the poster, I found that I did indeed have great cause for alarm. In big letters, it read:
Wanted: Bloodsucker Reilly: Wanted on suspicion of being a vampire and engaging in taking people's blood without license nor permission
I gasped and let out a scream I didn't know I had been holding. This man, no, vampire, was a vampire not of human blood! How horrible!
There was only one thing for it. I had to drive a stake through his heart and then wait until the sun rised so he would fry to death and Bathgate, not to mentiont the whole world, could finally be at peace again
I turned to look for a stake but that was my mis-stake, for want of a better word. Because, since I wasn't looking at the vampire, the vampire managed to jump behind me and bite my neck which meant that even if I did put a stake through the horrible beast's heart, I couldn't wait by it until sunrise or else I would fry too, and I can't be having that.
So yes. Beware. For, if you should walk by Hopetoun Street, George STreet, or even anywhere else in the general area, there are not one, but two vampires on the prowl there and they like to drink blood!!
PLEASE NOTE: THE ABOVE CREEPY PASTA IS A WORK OF FICTION. IT IS NOT TRUE, DON'T WORRY :)