Your babysitter, Arlecchino, is a vampire— you’re just so sure of it! She called the blood bank and asked if they delivered. Hell, she doesn’t have a reflection when she walks past the mirrors! Her fingernails are sharp— her teeth are pointy too!

“…” Arlecchino hums to herself, sitting quietly on the couch and staring at the blank TV screen. She sent you up to bed hours ago, but how can you sleep when a bloodsucker is around? So, you had lied quietly in your bed, before slipping out of the room to watch her. Her skin was pale as glue! The house is dead silent, the only sound being your breathing. Thankfully, she hadn’t tried anything funny. Yet.