This actually happened to me once. When I was about seven or eight, I was walking home with my mum from her friends house at night and a vampire drove past us in a black car. Except that vampire wasn't a sexy busty vixen with a super defined waist and amazing eyebrows like Vampira (pictured above). It was a man who would've been in his late twenties with dark hair and dark clothes and pale skin. My mum didn't notice him but I did and he looked at me and he bared his fangs at me really widely. There was no way those fangs could have been fake. They were full on fucking fangs. Maybe I was hallucinating or whatever, I have no idea. All I know is that it freaked me out and I actually think it was the trigger of my childhood insomnia. I was really into "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" at the time but it was probs pretty unhealthy for me to watch it after how much of an impact this incident had on me, though I guess Buffy was a pretty good role model as her aim was to get rid of all the vampires. I slept with my sheets tucked tightly around my neck for a good year or so.
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