In later years, I felt guilty about telling my brother that old Mr Patterson was a vampire.
But when you’re ten, it’s just what you say to people who are gullible and two years younger than you.
And in fairness, Patterson wasn’t doing anything to help his case. He was really pale, never went out in the sun and had been old forever.
Timmy said he didn’t believe me. I challenged him to go inside Patterson’s place one day, and see for himself.
So he did.
I found his body amongst the rubbish, drained dry.
Sometimes I hate being right.