“They are Vampires, and their modus operandi is not to steal your blood but rather, your precious energy. Your life-force. Your mojo. To drain you emotionally and psychologically. To frustrate you with their repetitious, self-indulgent, attention-seeking diatribe.”
When Blanche Springer comes into any room in the building where she works, people flinch. They don’t reach for wooden stakes, or silver bullets, or strings of garlic for the neck, but a few of them do suspect Blanche has a coffin of Transylvania dirt down in the basement boiler room. Why? Because Blanche is an energy vampire.
She doesn’t wear all black, and you can even see her reflection in mirrors. Yet her coworkers know she ...