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Years ago, when I was headmaster of a school for young children there was quite an unusual case concerning The Chocolate Man, a man who, naturally, was as black as tar.  I remember him well. Talking to him after the whole thing had been sorted out, I learned he was Jamaican, moving to England at an old age, hoping that his son – who was inexplicably the palest of the white children in the school at the time – could receive an education and live here.  At any rate a teacher of a group of children once came to me and presented me with the issue.  “The Chocolate Man?” I asked, shocked. Obviously one of the kids must'v

12/08/07 This evening I woke to a loud ringing in my ears, pounding my dreams into nothingness. On the bedside table lay a battered old alarm clock, ringing loud enough to wake the dead. Groaning I reached over and turned it off but in doing so felt a rough texture meet my hands. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I sat up and examined the clock. The clocks time was set for 7pm, it was almost still light outside and my skin prickled from the dull light seeping through the heavy blinds. Attached to the clock was a small piece of paper marked “Vampire.” On the opposite side in a tiny scrawl was a message. Good evening, vampire. I hope y

11/08/07 It seems every night I learn something new about my... condition. Every new moment brings new revelations into my new-found vampirism. Last night was horrific in all it's forms but it brought me new knowledge, new information about a world I could not even have begun to imagine existed. I slept fully through the day, waking only as the last shreds of sunlight disappeared over the suburban rooftops. I stood hazily, the events of the previous night swimming, somehow distant in my head. Glancing around I felt puzzled at my unfamiliar surroundings. I decided sleepily that looking out the window may give me some anchor from which to foc

10/08/2007 I live still, or whatever you call this state. My body is noticeably thinner, my skin paler. It's hard to believe that less than four days ago one of my biggest concerns was getting my homework done on time. My body seems to have adapted to my condition – with probably the most noticeable change being my sleep pattern. I can instinctively sense when daybreak approaches, my skin prickles and I feel hot all over. If I go to bed at these times my mind immediately slows, almost like my senses are covered by some invisible shield, dampening my perceptions until, seconds later, I fall unconscious. My parents are beginning to quest