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My name is Mortimer Lipschitz. I know the name itself suggests otherwise, but I shit you not. That's really my name. I used to wish it wasn't. On all that's holy, I wished it wasn't. But I suppose that the name was never really the...

Nobody believes in vampires.  They’re just myths. Old folktales that have been bastardized by cinema, pulp horror and cheap romance.  Done to death until they’re nothing but a cliché.  Only children are afraid of them, which is a far cry from the fear they once...

“The year is nineteen-ninety-nine.” That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day. The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind, however, as...