James was interested in paranormal occurrences, so he was touring an old, forgotten part of Ireland. It was a nightly tour, perfect for adding to the spookiness. His tour guide, Cathal, was taking him past some centuries-old buildings.
“This area is abandoned,” Cathal explained, “because it is said that a vampire has roamed these streets since the 1700s, taking innocent human lives.”
“What’s in here?” James asked, entering an open mausoleum. “It’s empty.”
“The recently dead, still having blood, were offered to the vampire in place of the living,” Cathal told him from the doorway. “You may not want to be in there. If you look closely enough, you might find bodies or even ghosts of those who lost their lives in there.”
“Lost their lives?” James asked as he closed the mausoleum and followed his tour guide down the street. “So the vampire cornered them in there and killed them?”
Cathal shook his head. “Actually, it was the perfect safe place for people on the streets at night after houses were locked up. You see, although the mausoleum door didn’t lock, vampires cannot enter buildings if they are not invited in. But the awning outside provided the vampire enough shade that he could wait them out during the day too. People would pass by during daylight, knowing that the monster could not come after them, but sad that they could do nothing for the people trapped in there, for once they came under the awning the vampire would take them before they could get inside.”
“So they were trapped in there,” James concluded, “and they eventually starved. Wow, that’s ironic. They died inside even though the danger was outside.”
His tour guide nodded. “Starving is a danger too.”
“Wait,” James said, “if no one ever caught the killer vampire, and it’s nighttime now, are we in danger?”
Cathal laughed. “No, of course we’re not.” And he continued the tour.