Dear diary,

My name is Archie Dennett, and my regret is being a vampire for now. I crave for blood now, instead of food I used to eat. I feel like food is no longer necessary. Everywhere I go I look at all the humans, and want to suck their bloods from their necks. This is me in the future. I stay at home waiting for my friend to send me a human. This is the only way I can survive. My tears cry blood whenever I get sad and depressed. My wife Betty has divorced me because of my being a vampire. I don’t know what else to do. I have the ability to jump high. I can run to catch up and jump on humans whenever I am hungry. I tell the children to get away from me, or they’ll be the next victims of death. I can kill a person with just one mighty bite. I have killed humans and turned some into vampires for thirst of blood. If I get killed it has to be a supernatural being who has black blood. It is the only way I can die, if I drink its black blood. Well, Betty was the love of my life. I cry every single day when I think of her. My life is pure misery. Well, families, and friends it’s time for me to live in isolation for all eternity. Farewell, my friends of the normal world.