There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense fores. It was getting dark, so he decided to in one direction until he got out. On his way out, it grew very dark, very fast, so he started to puicken the pace. After a while he stumbled across a cabin. Realizing how dark it had become, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and realised the door was open. There was no-one inside. So he flopped down on the single bed and thougt he’d meet the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he saw many portraits on the wall, all painted with exquisite detail. But they were all staring down at him, their faces twisted i looks of hatred. As he stared at them, he grew increasingly uncomfortable, and the pictures started to scare him. He thougt he’d look at them in the daylight, in more detail. So he closed his eyes, turned over, and fell asleep. He awoke with a beam of sunlight hitting his face, and thought about the paintings again. As he got up to look at them, he realized there were no paintings in the room.. Only windows.
"Ludzie powinni sami zabijać swoje wampiry."