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			A Nightmare
	'Mares   Nightmare   Daymare ---------------------------------------- Oh great, female vampires. Is this the wellspring of my fetish for chicks with cleopatra haircuts!?! ----------------------------------------		Fear No Hot Chicks™: Recall the dream that had a combination house on a lake, the tall pine trees that don't obscure your vision at low levels, the curved driveway, the sand road. I was there with my mom, though I was younger than I am now. Next door was a cove of black clad male and female vampires. I'd seen some dark shapes cut across our lakefront side, down by the shore. When I went out on the back deck area to see what it was, I noticed that the house next door was having a quasi-orgy going on. I must admit that I was turned on by the women with their black hair wreathing their white faces, and their black flowing dresses. It was when I saw either a couple or two women kiss that I knew they were not human: long very thick pointed tongues protruded out about four inches as they kissed. I went back inside panicked. My mom and I snuck out at dusk to get some wood for the fireplace. She brought a strange small handsaw that looked a lot like an electric meat knife. It was needed because the logs were cut in three to four foot sections, much to long for the fireplace. The log pile was massive, yet low as it swept around the house in an L-shape. Many of the logs were too wet. There was a sense of unspoken urgency that we needed the logs for heat and light after the sun went down. As we turned around with the logs and the knife, we saw about 200 meters away the vampires lined up in the street, slowly proceeding down it. As of yet, they were going down the street, not towards us. There were about 18 of them. They were spaced about 10 feet apart, so only one or two were actually on the road, the rest were walking parallel with them on the yards of the houses. I dropped everything and ran for the door, but my mom quietly called back and said that we needed the wood. Her voice attracted their attention and they turned en masse and continued at their deliberate pace now towards our house. I grabbed some wood and ran up the steps to the front door. Getting inside I locked it before I realized my mom was still out there. Through the window I could still see them approaching. Over by the side door I saw my mom try the door handle, which was locked. I ran over there but she was already gone. So, I went through the back entryway door and down the short stairs to the back door. I opened it and saw my mom collecting her bags containing her video camera and other stuff. I couldn't understand why she was risking her life for that electronic junk. Just over her shoulder in the distance continued to stalk the closest vampire. I called for her to come to me now, to hurry. She was stymied and continued to try the locked side door. "Look at me! Look at me over here!" I cried. She eventually looked, panic in her eyes. The closest vampire was slowly closing in. "Come to me now!" She came and I quickly locked the back door and ran up the short stairs and shut the entryway door. My mom sat in the chair, unable to move or help. I ran to the fireplace and grabbed a lit branch. I blew out the flame and was left holding the short stick with a glowing red tip. I went to the window to see where they were. I didn't see them. At that moment I saw just past my mom the deadbolt lock slowly turning as if it was being unlocked from the outside! I ran over and twisted it back. The door had heavy curtains and the sun had finally just about disappeared, so I could see no shape behind it. The lock turned again and I had to strain to twist the handle back. The heat from the branch in my hand was becoming painful as the branch continued to consume itself. I couldn't fathom how they could turn the barrel without a key and was frightened at their strength. As I continued to struggle with the lock, my gaze looked through the back entryway window and I saw that the back door was cracked open just an inch. They were in.   Think that fanciful tale was lame? Check out the actual Daymare.   Daymare: Spiders »

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