I have a story (a vampire story actually and a
real one that is) that I heard from my grandfather or
should I say, I am now and then hearing from my grandfather,
because he is quite old now and really likes to tell over
and over again the same story, which is this:
When he was young he used to travel to the neigboring
villages to visit friends. He usually left his home (his
mom's and dad's home) at noon and wasn't back untill next
day. That is he used to sleep in his friends' houses rather
than make his way home in the dead of the night. You see he
is not only superstitious but a great coward too.
Well one afternoon he decided to pay a visit to a friend of
his at a nearby village, about 4 km away from ours. He had
to cross through the fields in order to get there (and
remember no street lights, no electricity back then). As
he was walking he saw in front of him, at some distance, a
tall old man walking slowly. He couldn't make out who the
person was. When he approached him the old man turned and
greeted him. Now grandpa (who by the time he was not grandpa
at all, just a young man in his twenties if I have not
mentioned it already) greeted him back making at once the
following thought: "Well I do not know who he is and I, of
course, know everyone in the village. Aka he is a stranger.
Aka better be careful." They continued their walk together.
The old man started talking and mumbling and saying he had
paid a visit to his sister and now he was heading home.
"What's the name of your sister"? grandpa asked and when he
got his answer he thought that there was no lady at the
village by that name. The guy continued mumbling and
talking about persons he knew from the village and
gossiping about their lives but grandpa KNEW NONE OF
THEM. The old man even talked about houses and places that
did not exist, at least there, then. He was tall, as I said
before, looking old and kind of drained (now is this the
word?) and very peculiar.
At some point grandpa started having a very bad feeling
for the old man because he presumed that he may be a
lunatic or something. A second thought was that the old man
was just having a secret affair at the village and he was
mumbling a whole lot of lies just in order to cover
himself.
Anyway grandpa the brave decided that it was better to
leave the old man behind somehow. It was already dark and
he didn't want to take his chances about anything. He said
to his fellow walker that he should step aside to answer
nature's call. He entered some bushes near the road and
then, well, he just made his way to another path.
But.. soon he got lost. He was wandering through the
fields and could not find his way. An hour later he decided
it was better for him to head back home instead of trying to
going to his friends.. Yes, eventually, he failed again to
find his way. As he was walking in the fields (peach
fields) he saw a lamp in the distance. Getting closer he
saw what appeared to be an oil lamp hanging from a remote
tree almost covered by bushes. Ok, he thought there's a
fellow villager working late on his field, I'll go there and
ask directions. "Is anybody there"? he yelled and
approached the tree. Nobody was there but then.. the old
man's head appeared from behind the bushes, evil grin on
his face and all, and he said: "My dear lad, where have you
been? I've lost you"!!!
By now grandpa was shaking with fear, absolutely convinced
that the old man was a vampire ("how else could he made his
way so fast to where I was? Impossible! Not even the wind
rides so fast!"). He turned and ran all the way looking
back and (ha!) shouting profanities to the vampire and urging
him not to follow. Which he didn't.
At last grandpa arrived to the village just before down and
went home. His sister (still alive) remembers to this day
how shaken he was. He could not say a word about what
had happened to him.
Yeah ok, but did this really happened to him? or he was
just having hallucinations imposed by fear? It's up to you
to decide. Thanks for reading my grandpa's story!
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