Shadow boy tales
Some recall my story of searching for a place to eat in Sunnyvale. I had followed these three big bikers into a bar cafe. I figured the cooking must be good there. Anyway. while I ordered, taking a seat at the counter, I went to the restroom to wash up because I had been moving boxes all day. When I got out, the three bikers were being confronted by what looked like to me a little boy. He said, “Leave.” And all three of them practically ran for the door, bumping into each other for a comical moment before getting stuck in the doorway.
I was a bit curious. Afraid? Sure I guess that was the best answer to see three large bikers run from someone that looked maybe 14 or 15 was unsettling. However, I had ordered and to be perfectly honester I was more hungry than sensible I suppose so I went and sat down for my hamburger and fries and shake..
The boy, if that is what he was, stared at me for a moment. The server which was a cute girl came out a bit unnerved and placed the food in front of me.. I asked for ketchup and a glass of water. And poof like that, the boy somehow seated next to me at the counter. Spooked? Sure, I guess you could say that.
He smiled. I am from a different time, so I introduced myself. With a hand out for a handshake but he only nodded and said, “Excuse me for not shaking, I have a unique style.” He stood and bowed in a manner at the waist. Being sure this was some sort of test I asked, “Should I do the same thing or would that be rude?” The shadow because the more I looked the less I could see a boy just smiled and said “Manner in Rome.” Extending his hand and we shook hands or at least I pretty sure the shadow was there for a moment. I asked if he wanted some fried? He just shook his head no.
So there I was, and I said I would swap tales with you. So I told him a somewhat real funny joke.
When I was about 9 years old, my father forced me to go with him to the funeral of a friend of his, that I didn’t know.
When we got there, I stayed in a corner, waiting for time to pass by. Then a man approached me and said, “Enjoy life boy, be happy because time flies. Look at me now.... I didn’t enjoy it.” He then passed his hand over my head and left.
My father, before leaving, forced me to say goodbye to the dead person. When I looked in the coffin, I was startled that the man who was talking to me when I was in the corner was the same man in the coffin!
For several years later, I was not able to sleep properly. With repeated nightmares and psychological disorder, I was terrified of being alone. I visited many psychologists. I didn’t turn off the light at night and several other turmoil that I had to endure throughout my adolescent ages....
Years later, I discovered something incredible that changed my life.
That dead idiot had a twin brother.
The shadow for he was no ordinary boy laughed a bit. Then said he would tell me a story about something in history that happened I think he said in 1968 or some time in that era. That he remembered.
The Squirrel of Detroit
There are many dates and jokes from vampire lore. Some are humorous and others romantic this lore is about one such vampire.
The vampire in question was in love with a lady of the streets in Detroit. How he knew her or why he fell in love with her, no one really knows. The lady was a whore. Let us all be clear on that. She had taken to the life after having a very rough and brutal childhood. Sex trade was not her first calling, but it was what she was good at. Anyway, having a vampire lover was one of her dreams of escape. Meaning she read books, watched vampire movies, and went the occult way of life because being part of the sex trade business was a rough business and she wanted to imagine herself dead since inside her she was already dead.
Now at this point she turned to the occult, and that is where she met our lone vampire. And age, he had stopped drinking, live human bloodied humans and was a regular blood theft from the hospital nearby.
He was a loner in this time and age. He seldom went out and lived in the attic of a speakeasy called the blind pig. There he could watch, listen, and enjoy the music without having to go out as much and only then to the hospital a block away.
The lady of the street entered this speak easy joint on a Friday with several other African Americans, and she sang. Her voice awoke the vampire. For she had the loveliest of voices. Speaking of hell on earth, and other morbid things, her songs spoke to the heart of the vampire.
The vampire was enthralled and wondered if she would be interested in him. The music kept playing, and the vampire listened carefully to her talk about her dreams of dying and wanting this life to be over. She wanted comfort. That night she did not go home. She mysteriously went up into the attic and spent the night talking her heart out to the vampire.
The conversation was deeply dark, and she explained her life to the minute’s most detail. The vampire listened and asked her if she wanted to be immortal? She said yes just because at that moment she wanted death.
The vampire agreed to make her a vampire if she would stay and sing with him. She agreed, and he bit her that Friday night. Now here is the thing. Most people do not realize that their lives if living it are worth more breathing than dead. Upon awaking, the lady of the street had second thoughts of singing to her maker.
She reneged on the deal. Saturday in the evening sang a few songs. She went to her past lovers, those she enjoyed making them lust after her. Those she hated, she paid back in a most vile way. She went to her maker and sang one last song. Then she fled into the night. That is where a friend of a friend’s story comes into play. You see, all those visiting the big easy at that night knew of the vampire in the attic. Some of them knew and had heard the contract between the lady. When she tried to flee, they caught her and buried her under an Oak tree, which was supposedly spiking her heart. The vampire heard about this and moved into a house down the block.
This tale was told a long time ago from a friend of a friend who actually saw this happened. It was right prior to the Détroit riots and happened in somebody’s backyard. Evidently, a lone vampire was lonesome and created creatures of the dark. Not thinking correctly or maybe he was insane prior to this, he created a squirrel vampire, whether for fun or amusement one never knows.
Any ways this friend of a friend says he watched as the vampire caught the squirrel and bit it, draining it of all its blood next to the vampire gave it some of his own blood. Afterwards, the vampire buried the squirrel.
The friend of a friend said he left and was a kind of like hypnotized into not thinking about what he saw that night.
The next night the friend of a friend went back to see what was going on. There was a group of African Americans dancing in the yard this time. And around midnight they screamed, and they heard panic from them. They called the police. Now right around the corner of this wild was an old prohibition bar named the blind pig. Many heard about it as the cause of the Détroit riots of 67. Well, that was only half of it.
You see, the squirrel having become a vamp squirrel was hungry for nuts, not blood at least during the night. These African American dancers at the big easy had come over and were dancing wildly when the squirrel became part of the undead.
One of the many workers was in coveralls; he leaped to his feet and said, “Somethin’s got a hold on me nuts!” Now from then until five days later that squirrel went wild. The police department, national guard, and hundreds of people went through the streets chasing after this undead squirrel; people started fires in roughly 2,000 buildings trying to burn the squirrel out.
Now, this part of the story few know about. The lone vampire just sat back in his home and watched the sight, laughing as the squirrel was being chased by Africans, police, and finally the national guard. Many people point to this as a rebellion in American history. However, to those that watch vampires, they realize this just one tremendous joke played out by a lone vampire in Détroit.
Anyway, the vampire on the fifth or sixth night went out and caught the squirrel and brought him into his home. And from that time forth anyone nuts to live in Détroit know not to go by their house with any peanuts, or crazy talk because the legend says that the squirrel will get you that night.
And thus the vampire paid back Detroit for spiking his lovely singer in the night.
After that tale I laughed. The shadow smiled and sort of waved. And for the world of me I could swear a squirrel ran from across where he had been seated and hide some place in his coat/cloak/jacket. And with that he said " Until the next time, time traveler." And with that seemed to disappear into the shadows.
The cute waitress server came out about twenty minutes later looking around a bit unnerved still and I paid and left. I wonder at times to places for food that normal being I suppose do not go to anymore. Here in La Paz, Ole Louis and use to swap tales and his shadow boy tales were legendary.