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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Vampires, Ahoy

Vampires Ahoy!

Dear Diary:

I haven't been sleeping well lately. It's probably the jitters because we just moved. But I keep on having the same dream.

I'm lying in bed alseep when a voice starts to call me. It's not my mother's voice. It's not the voice of anyone I ever knew. It is low, throaty, and husky --- almost like a hiss. Someone keeps on saying, â€œWanda! Wanda!â€

I try to ignore it, but I can't. So I finally get out of bed to go looking. I go downstairs. No one's at the door. So I search the kitchen and then the rest of the downstairs rooms. Then I walk back upstairs again. I look in on my parents. They're still sleeping. They haven't said a word.

The voice gets louder and louder. â€œWanda! Wanda!â€ It demands.

Finally, after looking everywhere else, I stumble into the bathroom and turn on the light. I glimpse myself in the mirror.

It is me, but it is not me. There's the same jet black hair cascading to the shoulders. But there's a funny silver glow to it that I don't remember from before. The cheeks are mine but thinner. And the complexions's paler than the one I'm used to. The smile is mine, except that the lips look more ruby-colored.

But those eyes make me gasp. My brown eyes have vanished. Red ones are glowing back at me.