Toum Enchanted Evening

Watching the vamp gang slaughter another teenage runaway, Grandpa only shook his head.

“One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the damn vampires,” said Grandpa.

Edgar didn’t mind. They kept a shop near the train station, where they sold crosses and stakes. Even garlic t-shirts had briefly been a popular item. Garlic didn’t work on the local vampires, of course, but the tourists didn’t need to know.

Grandpa’s triangular, shark-like teeth tore flesh from the tourist’s leg. A perfect medium rare, and heavily slathered with Toum—a Lebanese garlic sauce—in the traditional Ghoul way.

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100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:

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30 thoughts on “Toum Enchanted Evening”

  1. Ugh, grandpa should be glad about the vampires, they provide dinner. Great scary story. I’m not going to Santa Carla, wherever that is. 🙂

      1. I thought the vamps suck the blood, the ghouls eat the steaks… (ugh… LOL)

    1. Listen, just so you know, if you try to stop us, or vamp out in any way, I’ll stake you without even thinking twice about it!–Edgar

  2. Sounds like a scary town! Santa Carla just can’t catch a break, can it? So are Edgar and Alan undercover ghoul-hunting now? 🙂

    The number of times I’ve seen The Lost Boys is probably in double figures…

    1. As long as the vamp gangs leave a few tourists for everyone else, I’m sure they’ll get along all right. Maybe not friendly, but not at war over food supply either.

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