Graveyard Shift.

Graveyard Shift.

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1985. Hair metal, video games, and the satanic panic. Everything to make the life of a bunch of young misfits even more exciting. Cities have grown an exciting nightlife... but everyone knows monsters hide in the dark. Stevie was happier than ever. An awesome job with her best friends, a roaring underground music scene, and an amazing dad. She had no worries, no stress, she had just dumped her ex, the world was hers for the taking. This was practically heaven for a teenage girl. Mitchell had to leave Boston. It's hard to stay in one place when your have to eat people to survive. What a world he has to see. Endlessly 19, living and surviving through a secret world that was endlessly cruel to loners like him. He only had his mom, and himself. But when you're forever a teenager, you have to find ways to make the most of life. A pretty blonde girl is a great way to do that. So. A vampire and a girl from Philly fall in love. How much blood can be shed because of it?
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-Completed- Ranked #10 in Divisons on 6/10/2019 When I was younger my mother would tell me stories, and not stories about true loves kiss or fairy godmothers; no, unlike most parents my mother was honest, she didn't lie to her children. It was one of the many things that I loved about her and one of the many things I hated. For years every night, I would beg for her to let the princess live and let the dragon die but she never listened. I'm glad she didn't, she was preparing me. Preparing me for this moment because you see though the seven dwarves and flying boys didn't exist in the real world there was one thing that each story got right, one thing that wasn't just a tale... the monsters. They were everywhere even when you couldn't see them, you felt them. The feeling of someone staring you down, the chills on the back of your neck, those weren't coincidences or cold gusts of wind. Those were us. They were happening and you ignored them. Why do you think when you turned the light off in one room you race to another where it's still on? Why you make sure to cover your feet with the blankets at night? Or why you pull back the shower curtains when you're taking a shit because you fear that someday someone might actually be standing behind them? Waiting for you. Waiting for you to stop noticing, caring, trying. This is not just your fear, well part of it is, but the other parts are because you remember. You remember experiencing this in some way, we just got you to forget. Because everyone forgets about us eventually. I mean it's pretty obvious what we are isn't it? Vampires, demons, bloodsuckers; god, I hated the word. The problem was we weren't the only monsters that shared this place with you. There were many more of us; werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, golems. We all existed, we all just knew how to exist. Monsters have been around before we even knew how to tell their stories.

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