"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" the clerk asked. "Nos-ferrrrrrrrrr-atoooooo, you must roll ze r." the dark man replied.
The clerk scratched his head confused.
"Is it foreign? I'm sorry I just can't roll those r's like that. You know high school spanish was especially..."
"NOSFERATU, DIMWIT," the man screeched, shrill voice sending a baby into tears, "IT IS NOT ZHAT HARD!"
The manager made his way over, clipboard in hand. He patted an annoyed looking mother, then turned to the black-clad man.
"Sir, this is a grocery store. You can't do that here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
The black-clad man suddenly rose, seemingly extending higher towards the ceiling. No longer hunched, he towered over the manager in terrifying might.
"Sir, magic tricks aren't allowed here either, you're gonna have to leave."
The man cast off his trenchcoat to reveal a dark suit with a blood red shirt and kerchief, and a white tie seemingly covered in a red liquid.
"Sir, this is the last time before I have to call security. Please evacuate the premises."
"You fool..." he muttered, "you are all fools. You shall fall to Nosferatu!"
The manager sighed, and reached for his wasteband, grabbing a walkie talkie.
"We got another druggie here, seems to be on some form of amphetamine, please come and kick him out."
Nosferatu advanced, gliding over the white floor towards the overweight, tired manager. The manager just sighed.
"Sir, one more step and I will be legally required to use force."
Nosferatu took another "step."
The manager formed a fist, reeled back, and punched the gliding entity so hard he collapsed into the rack of magazines. He shrunk down to his weak, unimposing form he had taken prior.
"Is it zat hard to say? Really?" he asked weakly.
The clerk punched the name into his phone.
Nosferatu it came.
The man rose off the floor, newly invigorated.
"You fool," he spoke, voice light as a feather, "you are doomed."
Then, he convulsed wildly, jerking in unnatural directions, before falling to the ground in front of another overweight security officer.
"Sorry about the delay, I was finishing up my bagel."
"No worries," the manager said, stepping over the limp body, "we'll just call the county department to pick him up, and he won't be a problem."
They all enjoyed a hearty laugh, except for the woman, who had suddenly fallen suspiciously silent. The men didn't notice a black mist seeping from the suit, snaking its way towards the petrified mother.
