Chapter 6- The Youngest

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Night across the Town of Salem and the sound of fangs are scattered across the landscape.

"Hickory dickory dock. The jester is off to mock, the screwed Mayor who doesn't care and tonight he's in for a scare." sang Mr Kitty as he went through the list who he should investigate tonight. 

"Hisss"

"What was that noise?" asked Mr Kitty. 

"Hisss." 

"Okay, that sounds like it's coming from next door." said Mr Kitty

"Hisssss......yessss.......bloooddd.......Chris' blooooddd.........YES" said the noises. 

"Uh oh. That sounds like..." said Mr Kitty before he was interrupted by the yell of his next door neighbor Chris.

"Bite on this Vampires!" 

Chris jumps out of his house and has a wooden stake in his hand. He stabs the one on the left then the one on the right and finally ducks under the one where he seems to be lunging towards his neck and stabs his back where he crumbles into dust. 

"Jesus, these vampires are like rabbits, they keep multiplying." said Chris.

Mr Kitty runs out his house to see a gigantic pile of ashes and Chris who seemed to be out of breath.

"What's poppin' Chris? Vampire infestation?" asked Mr Kitty.

"Yep. I was THIS close to becoming one of them, but ya know, you never know when you're gonna need a wooden stake." said Chris.

They both laughed as they said good night to each other.

"Phew. I'm glad they didn't target me." said Mr Kitty. "I'll just hit the sack and go to bed because I'm exhausted." 

As Mr Kitty goes to sleep, the laughing of the jester, the scream and gun shoot of Mayor Matt can be heard in the town. 

R.I.P. Mayor Matt. May you lay in Hell. 

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