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Ah, thinking back to that lovely childhood he oh so wishes he could have back, Eric remembered the things his mother warned him about that resided in the attic.

She would tell him there were monsters in there that would eat his toes. When he got too old for that--around the age of 8--he was fearless against 'monsters', so she had to think of something else. His mother told him that the monsters evolve every 3 years and turn into Vampires at night.

Now, it may be silly, but Eric was still slightly afraid of vampires. He just didn't want anything, be it a fairytale or a story to scare a little child, to do with his neck being harmed. That kept him away from the attic for many years...

Eric inhaled sharply and stuck out his chest, trying to appear brave for himself. He stomped up the stairs, which were less rickety than the porch steps, and made his way to the top. He pulled down the ladder to the attic and paused as he reached the hatch, leading to his destination.

"There are no such things as Vampires, you nitwit..." He thought. "Just a push closer and we're in..."

A cold chill ran up his spine as he pressed his fingertips to the hatch. A premonition, maybe. He shrugged it off and continued to push the hatch open, pressing his weight upward and crawled onto the attic floor.