06/28/2025
The Vampire of Pasadena: Fact or Fiction? I would like to recount a peculiar encounter with a vampire in Pasadena. I was tasked with watching over my parents' friends' house while they were away. I found it curious that they required someone to keep an eye on their residence, considering it's situated in one of the nicest neighborhoods in Pasadena. I decided to ride my bike there, rather than asking my parents for a ride. Upon arrival, I let Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood know that I had arrived. Mrs. Lockwood acknowledged my presence, mentioning that they thought I might not make it. She proceeded to inform me of my responsibilities while they were away, emphasizing the importance of locking all doors and refraining from going downstairs to the basement. She also pointed out that food was available in the fridge and that I would be sleeping in the guest bedroom upstairs, on the left down the hall. I couldn't help but wonder why I was instructed not to go downstairs and why my parents had agreed to this arrangement. As the night wore on, I found myself feeling hungry and curious about what lay downstairs. Mrs. Lockwood had also advised me to lock my room door before retiring for the night, which sent a shiver down my spine. Earlier, I had noticed that every door in the house was closed, and upon attempting to open them, I discovered that they were all locked. It was 10:45 pm, and I was torn between satisfying my hunger and exploring the mysterious basement. My instinct was not letting me turn in without going to see what lay downstairs, the closer I got to the door the more chills my body felt, so now I’m aware that something is off, but did I think that stopped me from finding out what’s behind that door? This is so weird; out of all the doors, this was the only door that wasn’t locked, but it was also the door that was told not to open. I slowly turned the doorknob, just to come face to face with a jet-black casket. Now I know this was a setup; I ended up allowing myself to go upstairs because this was it, I’m out, I need to call my parents so they could come get me because something wasn’t right. Wait, I could have opened it just to be on the safe side. But I’m so confused and scared, but I just have to find out before I make a big deal. So I’m walking back down to the basement, just to find the casket was setting straight up and opening. This time, I ran up to the room that I would’ve been sleeping in and locked the door, searching for my phone to get hold of my parents or the Lockwoods because someone needs to tell me what’s going on. My phone doesn’t have any signal, and the landline is disconnected. Now I’m in a state of shock because I know I saw a man laying down in that casket.
