Scary Horror Stories by Dr. NoSleep
I Work in a Prison for Vampires. I Interviewed a True Original. | Part 3
01 May 2026
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Chapter 1: What motivates the narrator to work in a prison for vampires?
Part 3. The Return. My alarm blares and I smack it too hard, sending the old school clock that I stole from a hotel room skittering off my night table and onto the floor. Mrs. Grunson's toy poodle starts barking from the apartment below me. Scrambling out of bed, I find the clock, turn off the alarm, and slowly stretch.
Chapter 2: What happens during the narrator's early morning routine?
Time to get to work. It's an important day. I finally got an interview with Inmate Zero approved. It took some wrangling, but I pushed it through. One of the reasons I'd started working at Monument Prison for the criminally vampiric was to get closer to the vamps they hold in the Warren, the old ones, and possibly, if the file is correct, a couple of true originals, the first of their kind.
Chapter 3: How does the narrator prepare for the interview with Inmate Zero?
Like Inmate Zero. I shower fast, get dressed, and rush downstairs. Mrs. Grunson is in the lobby, yelling at the building manager about how everyone is so loud and disturbing her precious dog, but I slip past her and to the door to the parking garage without her noticing. I'm sure I'll get a message from the building manager later, but it won't mean much.
He knows as well as all of the residents do that if a mouse farts, the dog starts barking.
Chapter 4: What unexpected events occur during the elevator ride?
I'm in the car and zipping up out of the garage in minutes. First, I make a pit stop at Cooper's and order a couple of chocolate chip muffins and a caramel latte with a sprinkle of nutmeg on top. Then I make sure to fill up on gas at that discount tobacco store. Why they have the best gas prices, I have no idea. Even with those two stops, I am 40 minutes early when I reach the prison.
Chapter 5: How does the narrator's interaction with the guards unfold?
Is that Cooper's I smell? The desk guard asks me as I stand in the top lobby area of the Warren. He eyes the brown paper bag in my hands. What you got there, Mr. Watson? Banner, please, I say, and pull out a chocolate chip muffin.
Chapter 6: What unsettling revelations does the narrator have about Inmate Zero?
Someone told me you like these. I rub the back of my neck. But for the life of me, I can't remember who. An angel straight from heaven is who, he says, his eyes going wide as I set the muffin in front of him. What?
Chapter 7: What transformation does the narrator undergo during the interview?
No latte? Yours smells like a caramel latte, with a sprinkle of nutmeg on top. Be happy for the muffin, I say, and then nod my head toward the elevator. Any chance I can get down there early? Early?
Chapter 8: How does the story conclude after the interview with Inmate Zero?
You're already 20 minutes late, he says, then takes a huge bite of muffin. Webb will be here soon. What? He swallows. Brandon will be here soon. Have you met Brandon? I thought you were Brandon. He rolls his eyes and laughs. Cute. So, you're Wes? You hit your head or something, Doc? I'm not a doctor, just a psychologist. More schooling than I ever got, so I'm calling you Doc. Get used to it.
The elevator doors open, and a different guard peeks out. All aboard the bloodletting express, he calls out. Not funny, man. Brandon, I mean, Wes, shouts. My head is starting to hurt a bit, but nothing a little more caffeine can't cure. It's kind of funny. The guard smiles at me. You ready, Doc? As I'll ever be, I say and power down my latte. I set the bag with the second muffin on Wes's desk.
That's for Brandon when he gets back up here. No eating it, you hear me? I make zero promises, he says and laughs. At the mention of the word zero, my head spins, and all I can see are teeth that go down a long, long throat. Doc? Wes calls out. Or is it Brandon? I can't tell. God, why is my head hurting so much all of a sudden? I'm fine, I say and walk my way to the elevator. Just nervous.
This is a big deal. No shit, he says, holding the doors open for me. The moment I step past the doors, he lets go, and they basically slam shut. I keep telling them to fix that, he says. Someone is going to get hurt or worse one day. Probably, I reply, then lean against the elevator's back wall. How long have you been working this position, Wes? Brandon? Oh, shit, sorry. Brandon.
A couple of years. Anything I need to know? It's my first time down in the Warren. He frowns. Hardly? What does that mean? What does what mean? You said hardly. Um, yeah. Because I ferried you down to the Warren, what, two dozen times in the past year alone? You and Inmate Zero are practically best buds by now, right? My instinct is to argue, but something in me makes me pause.
If I argue, I might sound unstable, even though I know for a certainty that this is the first time I've ever been down to the Warren. Then the file folder in my hand starts to feel heavier than before, and I open it. Instead of four pieces of paper, including the sticky note, there are files after files after files, mostly copies of my own handwritten notes. What in the hell?
Forgot your notebook today, Banner? Brandon asks. I don't think I've ever seen you without it. Damn. Uh, yeah. I must have left it in my car or something. Oh, well, ask a man for a notepad, and she'll give it to you. Good to know. The elevator lurches, but Brandon doesn't react. Another couple of minutes pass, and it lurches again. Got some hiccups today, I say. Try holding your breath.
No, I mean the elevator. Two lurches, little hiccups. What's this about hiccups? Lurches? Not sure I'm following? I stare at... Brandon? Yes, Brandon. He smiles, but looks worried. Before I can delve deeper into the mysteries that Brandon has put before me, the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open. Good morning, Mr. Watson, Command says. Then she frowns. What? No muffin today? I laugh.
Nice try. I know that food or drink isn't allowed down here. Command looks past me to Brandon. What's he jabbering about? She focuses back on me. You feeling alright, Mr. Watson? I can take you back up if you need, Brandon says. Not always the best idea to interact with these creeps, unless you're at your strongest mentally. I second that, Command adds. No, no, I'm fine.
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