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Out To Eat

Allan Onik

    Everyone in the diner was wearing their Halloween costumes. Tab was dressed as a zombie and sipped a large chocolate shake. Ada was dressed as a witch and ate a piece of lemon meringue pie. The makeup on her face was green and she wore a particularly large wart on her nose.
    “You know,” Tab said in between slurps, “I hear in the Russian outskirts there are some that claim to be real witches. You should go meet your peers. Learn a few spells or something.”
    Ada put down her fork. “You don’t actually believe in this crap, do you? Halloween is just for fun! Fairytales and no more. There’s no such thing as witches. Or psychics, demons, and spirits! Enjoy the holiday while it lasts and then come back to earth.”
    “Why don’t you keep an open mind?” Tab asked, “Perhaps there are secrets that even the darkest hearts can’t keep.”

    In the alley Victor dashed after the rat. He found it shaking behind a dumpster next to a large puddle. Slowly he crawled up behind it and snatched it. He broke its neck and brought the pulsing rodent to his fangs. When the blood was drained he dropped the carcass and entered the back door of the club.

    The club was dark with a soft, red light. Trance music played amidst the costumed dancers. A girl dressed as a white rabbit walked up to Victor on the side of the dance floor. “You’re supposed to be wearing a costume,” She cried, “its Halloween!”
    “I’m a vampire,” Victor said.
    “You don’t look like a vampire,” she said, “where’s your cape? And I don’t see any fake blood dripping down your chin.”
    “Modern vampires don’t dress like that. Do you think this is still the Victorian era?”
    “Very funny,” she said, “follow me,” she dragged him by the hand to a small room with stronger red light and red cushy couches. They both sat down and a waitress with an axe stuck in her head came for the order.
    “Two Bloody Marys,” the white rabbit said. The waitress wrote the order and left.
    “I got to thinking,” Victor said, “How funny it is you came up to me this Halloween. I go out every night, and usually no one says hello.”
    “What more could you expect from a bunny hungry for candy in a nightclub?”
    “Let me ask you something, and I want you be completely honest with me. Do you think there’s any chance that vampires could exist for real? Not like in the movies, but walking the streets?”
    “Like Dracula?” The bunny asked, “I’m not so sure. Tomorrow there’s gonna be a lot of people that feel fat, but no one missing unexpected blood.”
    “That’s what most think. But sometimes our minds can trick us a bit. Try to trap an electron for instance, and with the right instrument it’s measurable. But once you aren’t looking at it anymore, it taps right back into a field of almost limitless cosmic potentiality, in a random generation of locality. So much so that it would baffle even Einstein! It’s as if unless we are perceiving something, it doesn’t exist.”
    “Like God?” she asked.
    “Or how about daemons?” Victor parried.
    The bunny shifted in her seat a little bit. “I suppose this is when the meal gets taken? Am I supposed to scream like a whelp?”
    “No one will hear you over the music.” He bared his fangs.

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