[Latin- nycto ‘night’]
The store clerk gave me a lot of strange looks. People behind me did too. They probably thought I was a lunatic. Like it's that unusual to be buying stakes and silver and all the things you need to hunt vampires. Those monsters DO exist! They lurk in the night, ready to suck the blood from your body!
I got one! I got a vampire! The bastard was sneaking through my backyard and I shot it! Pesky neighbors called the cops, and by the time they arrived, the vampire had morphed into a cat. Now, I'm at the police station, but hey, at least it's day time.