Attica was supposed to be dead by now but isn't! We never know what tomorrow will bring but I'm thankful. She suits my current needs.
In more cheerful news, I have found that I really like writing in the voice of a dour Prussian vampire hunter in 1795:
As he rolled through Silesia, Engelhardt collected this information. The familiar words began to appear in his journal: decapitate, excoriate, dismember, impale, immolate, but also murder, suicide, suffocation, bloodletting, and that same delicate phrase, "wild signs." "The narratives bear a marked similarity," he wrote. "Some man or woman, made suspicious through conduct in life or manner of death, is buried but does not rest. By means that can only be guessed at, about which it may not even have occurred to the narrator to speculate, the deceased is translated from the grave. He compels others to follow him to death, generally through strangling them or drinking their blood; these visitations occur strictly at night, and most often to people exhausted from toil. The vampire’s victims, found by others in their last extremity, manage to accuse him before succumbing. After enough incidents of this kind, the impetus is finally gathered to exhume the suspected vampire, whereupon he is invariably found as fresh as in life. Often too he is bloated with the blood of his victims, if he is of the blood-drinking genus of vampire. The nails and hair are often observed to have continued to grow since death.
"Evagrius Ponticus and Johannes Moschus both relate the story of one Thomas, an anchorite who, dying in Antioch, and having no one to claim him, was buried in a great cemetery among beggars and the impoverished, only to be found the next day lying near a great mausoleum in one of the finest sections of that same cemetery; nor could he be reinterred with different results. Indeed, many writers tell us of the dead being compelled by the power of God to speak or to move. The stories of St. Rheticus, of Injurieux and Scholastica, of the Poor Clare St. Catherine of Bologna, are but a few examples. That the dead may act I doubt not; but can they be animated by a force that is not holy? Can Tertullian’s adage, diabola simia Dei, be true even in such instances? My informants seem to be fumbling toward such an idea when they tell me that it is the people who were foulest in life who return from the grave, as though unwilling to allow even death to put a stop to their wicked careers. They do not speak of the translated saints; they speak only of murderers, suicides, the godless and perverted."