Tommy thought he was a vampire. The kids in the neighborhood just thought he was a weirdo. The word the grown ups used was delusional. Then one day his kid brother found him face down on the ground near the back of their garage. He'd landed on a wooden rake. The general consensus of the gang of kids standing around rubber necking was that he'd been trying to fly and had misjudged his ability to turn into a bat. The coroner came and took the body away.
I knew I'd have to leave town before they opened Tommy up for the autopsy. They were going to wonder how all that garlic got in his mouth and up his nose. I'd been hoping the sun would destroy my handiwork, but wouldn't you know it, a cloudy day had dawned.