I saw it now, as the theater brightened briefly with the
changing hues of the screen, the shiny red stain on the mouth of the
attacker. It dripped from his lips, and his narrow tongue darted out to
lick it off before more could be wasted.
As he did this, his yellow eyes widened momentarily with obvious
pleasure.
It was a totally “yikes” moment for me. I was terrified, and I must admit that to my
shame I no longer had any thought of helping the poor unfortunate victim of
this blood-sucking monster. Instead, my only thought was to get
away. Yet, even as I tried to move from my seat, those glowering eyes
were somehow stopping me, mesmerizing me so that I began to feel so
sluggish in my brain and body that I couldn’t act. A part of me was fully aware of what was
happening, and I tried to force myself to look away. Instead, I felt my own will fading, being
drained away as surely as the blood from that poor guy’s jugular.
I knew I had to escape before I lost all of my free
will. It took a herculean effort to rise
from my seat. My popcorn container
tumbled to the floor from my limp fingers.
My legs felt like rubber bands so that I stumbled, knocking my drink out
of its holder. I finally tumbled out
into the aisle, and it was then that I broke the eye-lock with the blood-drinker. I was suddenly free again, my will my own,
and I immediately willed my feet to start movin.’
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