MY VAMPIRE LANDLORD
Thanks, real-Silas for being an actual demon sent to torment me.
I had to face him. Eventually.
I dragged myself out of bed, showered, and put on the most boring clothes I could find in my closet. baggy sweater, leggings, and a messy bun.
If I looked like a soggy potato, maybe he’d forget my dream noises and go back to pretending I was a houseplant.
Walking down the hallway felt like walking toward my own funeral. A walk of shame
My bare feet barely made a sound , but my heart was pounding loud enough to wake up the dead.