Take it all and leave nothing but bring back the death you stole.
Drink from the life that is no more, eat it up until you drown.
Don't look at me, look at yourself.
Bring it all down into the darkness of your mind until it's lost in your soul.
You're all looking for nothing but you can't get away.
It screams your name from the darkest night.
You try to run but there's nowhere to go.
It's coming closer, closer.
You scream but all you can hear is your heart.

April 30, 2007 (Yahoo! News / GEORGETOWN, Guyana) -- A crowd of Guyanese villagers lynched an elderly woman they accused of being an evil spirit who drinks the blood of human babies, police said Monday. Authorities in the South American country said the woman raised suspicions with unusual behavior and was set upon by villagers who apparently believed she was an "Old Higue" — the equivalent of a vampire in the local Obeah religion that blends folk magic and African rituals.

Several weeks had elapsed since the conversation in Reginald Clarke's studio. The spring was now well advanced and had sprinkled the meadows with flowers, and the bookshelves of the reviewers with fiction. The latter Ernest turned to good account, but from the flowers no poem blossomed forth.

I'm a lowly rat
in a vampire movie
Oh, woe is me
who'll bite me first?

Will it be Tom
So cute and curly,

Or pretty Brad
who looks so hurt?

These hunks from Hell
are all around me,

And how their fangs
do make me squeak.

Sweet little Kirsten?
Won't even pet me

She just says 'Yuk'
Though she's very sweet.

Oh, thank you, Larry
Liz Smith, I love you.

And dearest Oprah
How good thou art.