The Christmas Spirit

Basil Frump is my name, and I have a very unique problem. The neighbor upstairs is a vampire, you see, and even worse, a tax collector. Or tax consultant. These things tend to get jumbled when there's a blood curdling scream at night or the old man decides to pay my door a visit.


I've no choice but to stop this vile wretch before he claims every soul in the Greenway. Hopefully a wooden stake will be enough to stop him...and a bucket of premium roasted garlic butter...


Approximately 12,500 words.