Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 23-01-2013

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Analise told the first story: that of  a vampire so horrible and so bold that he would show himself wherever he went, hiding in plain sight. Others added their own tales in turn, eyes wide with terror as they described the fiend stepping out from the crowd where he’d been all along, moving unnoticed through the county fair like one of them. “He may even be here, among us,” Sacha whispered, bringing the room to silence. “Oh, come on,” Ravel said irritably, “who are we dealing with here? Dracula? Is it Dracula?” Analise raised a finger to her lips to silence him. “Worse,” she said. “It is Waldo.”

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