Attacked by a psychic vampire. . A mostly fictional story.I sat on my favorite stool in my neighborhood pub drinking a pint of my favorite brew when a black-haired, swarthy man of middle height approached me. I looked at him while he stared at me. I turned away, hoping he would disappear into the men's room. Unfortunately, I could feel his eyes boring into my back, and knew he wouldn't go away.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked him in the face. "Is there something you want?"
He continued staring at me without showing any indication he had heard what I had said.
"Okay, stare away," I said, and glared at him. After a while, the intensity of his gaze became disconcerting.
"You are the person that wrote the article stating that psychic vampirism is nonsense?" he asked in a strange foreign accent.
"I wrote a post on my blog to that effect," I replied.
"Same thing," he said. "You think psychic vampirism is a joke?"
" I don't know if it's a joke, but it's certainly not real." His intense gaze continued to bother me. more.........
The rest of the story is contained in my anthology, Dark Journeys available on Amazon Kindle.





