Author's note: From on this one I'll try to make the parts much more longer!! (◕ᴗ◕✿)
"Everybody treats them like they're a joke. Too far out, too insane. Just mindless trash. So if everybody thinks that stuff is a joke, if there really is something out there --- no one would believe it."
"Kind of like hiding in plain sight, is that what you're saying? Talk about weird supernatural things just enough to make them look ridiculous and you deflect attention from the truth."
"Yes, that's it."
"So, who exactly is covering up what?"
"They are. The vampires. They're covering up, we'll, everything. Vampires, werewolves, magic, crop circles ---"
"Slow down there, Van Helsing."
"Don't call me that!" He sounded genuinely angry.
"Why not ?"
"It's ---- I'm not anything like him. He was a murder."
The hairs on my arms stood on end. I leaned into the mike. "And what are you?"
He let out a breath that enchoed over the phone. "Never mind. I called about the tabloid."
"Yes, Bat Boy. You think Bat Boy is a vampire?"
"Maybe not specifically. But before you brush it off, think about what may really be out there."
Actually, I didn't have to. I already knew.
"Thanks for the tip."
He hung up.
"What an intriguing call," I said, half to myself, almost forgetting I was on the air.
The world he talked about ---- vampires, werewolves, things that go bump---was a secret one, even to the people who inadvertently found their way there. People fell into it by accident and we're left to sink or swim. Usually sink. Once inside, you especially didn't talk about it to outsiders because, well, who would believe you?
But we weren't really talking here, were we ? It was late-night radio. It was a joke...
Let me know if you like it!!
Ba byeeee (ʘᴗʘ✿)
