A naive buisness man
walks into a town.
He sees and old rickety house.
That looks like it's been burnt down. It's brownish black.
With shutters blowing in the wind.
"A vampire lives there," says a bum. The buisness man replied,
"That's preposterous! You're dumb!"
The bum just shook his head.
"Tis true."
"No it isn't, theres no undead!"
The bum just smiled a wicked grin.
"I dare you to stay the night there."
The man laughed, "you're on."
So the man spent the night.
In the morning he wasn't in sight.
He should've listened to what the bum said. And how ironic it is.
That he is now walking with the undead.
