When Saturday came I had Kim over. It was nice to have a girly night in with a girlfriend, I’d missed that with my friends so much already. We stayed in and ate our weight in Pringles and watched a marathon of “friends” on E4. Alyson kept out our ways, she was happy to see me with a new friend.
“So have you heard about the legends of the town?” Kim asked as she dipped her crisp into the cool herb dip in front of her.
“Yeah… vampires?” I said, uninterested.
“Yeah,” she laughed “ they say there’s a family of them, hidden somewhere in Whitby and they've been here for 100's of years.” She made ghostly noises and wiggled her fingers in front of my face.
“That’s the problem with these legends, there’s no proof.”
“ Isn’t that what makes them legends?,” she smiled “Besides, there is proof, just ask people around Whitby. There’s been lots of strange sightings over the years. My Granddad for instance, is certain when he was a teenager he saw a vampire. A male sucked the blood right out this woman’s neck. Her body was pretty cut up though, no one believed my Grandad. The police filed the report, saying that she’d been attacked by some sort of huge animal.”
“Hmm.” I said, her Granddad was obviously not all there.

I pulled out the fold up bed in my room and brought through a quilt and some pillows. Kim jumped down onto the bed and made herself comfortable.
“it’s a pretty night tonight.” She smiled and leaped towards the window.
She seemed to sigh, taking in the night, then she suddenly froze up.
“There’s a man down there.”
“Do you know him?” I asked.
She ignored me. “Michelle wasn’t lying,” she said half to herself  “He’s looking up here, Becca, come look.”

I ran towards the window and she moved to let me in.
“Can you see him? under the tree down there.”
I looked all around but I couldn’t see anyone.
“ where?” I asked
She looked again.
“Right…Hmm, He was right there!”
I sat back on my bed.
“Probably a pervert, hoping you were undressing or something.” I laughed.
She looked back at me. Her face was pale white.
“What is it?” I asked.
“ You know Mr Cartwright?”
“Yeah.” I replied
“ I’m sure I just saw his son James, the dead one.”
My laugh had an uncomfortable edge to it.
“You’re having me on.”
“I’m deadly serious.”
“ You’re probably just tired, you’re eyes play tricks on you.”
“I hope you’re right,” she sighed. “I think I’ll go to sleep then.”
“ Yeah, ok.” I smiled and then turned off the light.
I wasn't  sure why but when she mention James, I thought of James Strait. Could it have been him she saw? Why would he have been there though?
Vampires or not, this town was creepy.