Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
Not the sexy kind, but a foul, smelly creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, ready to pounce and tear you to shreds? The kind that roots you to the spot with empty, sunken eyes and you are unable to retreat as it slinks from the shadows? Has your heart pounded uncontrollably but your legs refused to pound pavement?
Have you shivered with fear as it places one gnarled hand atop your head and the other under your chin, exposing your neck for it's pleasure? Have you squirmed with disgust as it slithers it's rough and ragged tongue from your jawline to your throat, seeking that special artery? Have you felt it hiss against your skin, probing for your pulse? You know that spot. The one that goes "thump thump". It leaves it's wretched tongue there, savoring the life force under your skin. Have you experienced a soul-sucking feeling, realizing that not all vampires feed on blood, but memories?
Well, have you? Let me rephrase the question.
Have you ever come into a room and suddenly forgotten what you came in for?
Sleep tight.