@mikeygrimm13: “My great-grandmother wrote about a man she met in 1936… and I don’t think he was human. She thinks, he was a Vampyre..” #fyp #foryoupage #vampire #italy #storytime

the_almost_old_lady :

I don't believe in this story just because the writing does not match the way people used to write in Italy and or sicily. And I don't think Meompiliri exist!

Danielle🧜🏽‍♀️🧚🏼☄️ :

I have a story to tell of this georgian student I feel is one but no one believe me but I promise you when you talk to him he make sure that your looking in his eyes so that sounds very accurate

PK :

Beautiful handwriting

unesouris :

that is GORGEOUS handwriting why dont they teach is that anymore my handwriting is awful how are my grandchildren going to read about my paranormal encounters

jlhlvsmk :

That hand writing is absolutely beautiful 😊

Sherry Milam :

I know a lady born in 1932 love her she can tell some stories ❤️how things have changed i wish she had cool stories like this 😂anyway a vampire would be cool to meet 😳

😇 Angel 😈 :

Can you use captions, please? ❤️I’m missing details. 😭

GoddessJennie22 :

I’m so early you are still glitching 😅

Anhul :

Count of St Germaine no? or random vamp?

samantha.shortcake :

Maybe she was his reincarnated lost love and he could recognize her soul. I love family stories like this! I wish my family left diaries after they passed

Browneyedgirl2002 :

Wow I’m early!! 🥰

AmandaJoy :

It may be true. However, this sounds an awful lot like Haunting Adeline, just saying.

M I k a y l a :

PeterS2112 :

One of those Watchers ?, I have seen and experienced strange things , nothing surprises me anymore

Jill | Mom life | Real talk :

that's crazy. man I wish I'd come across someone like this lol. that'd be so cool!!

Jaycub98 :

Mzanfardino :

We need part 3 to lakeside plsssss

Donna❌ :

Wow ❤️

Tiffany Marie :

The letter translated...

nerdytarot :

Riskeroo :

Catania, June 17, 1936 I do not know if anyone will ever read these words. I write because I need to put my thoughts in order, or perhaps because I am afraid of going mad. Last night, returning from Monpilieri, I met a man. Not near the village, but farther down, toward the cliffs, where the road narrows and the sea seems to swallow the land. He was dressed in dark clothes, even in this terrible heat. He asked me for directions, but his voice… was strange. Low, as if it came from far away, as if it did not belong entirely to this world. His eyes were what disturbed me the most. They did not reflect the light of the stars, but seemed to absorb it. He stared at me for a moment that lasted too long. Then he smiled. Not a kind smile. Something… hungry. Since then, I have not been able to get him out of my mind. Tonight I dreamed of him again. And in the dream, he whispered my name to me. I know these words may sound mad, but I feel that Evil exists. And yesterday, for the first time, I believe I looked it in the eyes.

David F :

Sound’s like the Count of St. Germain.

Jennifer Jones :

still better than Twilight

Jill :

This is why I do not like to look anyone in the eye. 😳

littlehawk 🇨🇦 :

she met a Cullen affiliate?!😳