Call out to the Dead

“Ask something.” Grim instructed.

The gypsy to my left was the first to holler out, “Can you tell me the name of the man I’m gonna marry?” Classic small town syndrome.

I felt the thing start to move beneath my fingers. My eyes snapped up trying to figure out who was directing it but they all looked as jarred as me. This was a nice tall glass of what-the-fuckary.

It glided over to the “Yes” effortlessly.

“What will my husband’s name be?” Her voice had gone up a full octave. Fear was just as big a factor as eagerness.

Then it floated over the letters:

“I” “D” “I” “D” “N” “T” “S” “A” “Y” “W” “O” “U” “L” “D”

“Holy shit.” Bunny Bitch muttered out.

My logic and rationality were on overload. “Are you trying to convince me this supernatural bullshit is real?” I spoke fiercely, blue eyes blazing, locking on a very much sobered Grim.

When his eyes finally drifted up to mine I could see this was no longer a game to him.

It started to move again.

“Y” “O” “U” “S” “H” “A” “L” “L” “S” “E” “E”

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Vampires Everywhere! Very loosely based on the Immortal Love music video.
I'm doing vampires in a different way with this story here hope you're ready for it.