scary story time

Every year, our church/school holds a harvest festival.  Over the weekend, the girls came home with many small trinkets from playing kiddie games.  The family favorite were some flashing light sticks.  Georgia decided that they would be perfect for "scary story time". 

She told us many frightening tales, the only light in the room coming from the flashlight held under her chin.  The following is one of those tales.  Proceed with caution.

"Once upon a time, there was a graveyard.  A vampire woke up from his nap.  He was hungry.  He stomped around mad, yelling 'where is my food, where is my food'.   So, he sat down and ate the graveyard grass.  He was happy."

Terrifying, I know.  Scared. Me. Senseless.

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