You never believed in Vlad, but you did always wonder why, and how all those people died that day. Maybe Vlad was real, you didn’t know. One day your best friend, Chaaya. You didn’t know why someone would give their son a girl’s name. All you knew was it meant something like shadow, or dark. You couldn’t remember, but you didn’t care either.

Chaaya: Want to play Vlad?

Vlad became a game like Bloody Mary. Except you had to light seven candles, turn off all the lights in the house, and chant “Vlad the bat” seven times in the mirror, closing your eyes

You: Sure man.

Y’all both ran up to your bathroom, and began to play. Nothing happened for a good minute. For a good minute.

Chaaya: Dude, nothing happened. Maybe you’re right, maybe Vlad doesn’t exist.

Chaaya drops his head down in disappointment.

Chaaya: I think you were right. This is dumb.

Just then Vlad appeared in the room

Vlad: How dare you summon me, and then insult me right after.