I once had a flatmate who calmly informed me one evening over instant noodles that her ex-boyfriend was a vampire! Not in a “pale and poetic” way, but in a “he controls my television from the shadows” kind of way. Apparently, ever since they split up, he’d been stalking her from beyond the grave—or Birmingham, who knows—and she knew he was close whenever her telly went fuzzy.
This was before Twilight or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so she didn’t even have pop culture to justify her lunacy. She always seemed perfectly normal , then one day she’s casually chatting about psychic vampires and haunted televisions like it’s the weather. After that little revelation I decided it was probably best to find somewhere else to live. I felt that this girl was truly unhinged.
This was before Twilight or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so she didn’t even have pop culture to justify her lunacy. She always seemed perfectly normal , then one day she’s casually chatting about psychic vampires and haunted televisions like it’s the weather. After that little revelation I decided it was probably best to find somewhere else to live. I felt that this girl was truly unhinged.