When I was a young child, it was a dark rainy night when my grandfather told me a story about vampires.
He used picture cards to depict the story. He showed me four blank picture cards.
'Hold your hands in a prayer position', he said. 'You will need all the help you can get in a moment.' As he said this he slipped one of the blank cards into my hands.
'Sometimes, when you least expect it', his voice began to rise, 'bats suddenly appear out of nowhere!'
As he turned over each of the once-blank cards, an image of a bat magically appeared on each card!
'At will, a vampire can take its human form!',he bellowed. He turned over the cards again and now each of the three cards no longer showed a bat, but vampires!
I had forgotten about the blank card trapped between my praying hands. He took the vampire cards and tapped on my hands; one, two, three times with them.
This time, all three cards became blank once again!
My grandfather looked at me and asked in a loud voice, 'Have you been praying ,boy?
His voice made my heart jump. 'Yes", I replied, my voice a bit shaky. 'It didn't help!' he exclaimed. 'Open your hands!'
As I opened my hands, the once-blank picture card now had bite marks through the card dripping with blood!
I looked up as my grandfather laughed a hearty laugh! And when he showed me his teeth, they weren't his teeth at all, but they were the fangs of a vampire!