Another Old-School Jam That'll Make You Say "Daaaamn!"

A heavy-metal version of "Vampire Killer" from Castlevania by the Minibosses blares out of my CD player just as the sun sets. (The shuffle setting on the player has been bordering on precognitive.)

What an awful night to have a curse.

My jump-rope is looking like a lethal weapon at the moment. Almost whip-like.

I swing it experimentally.

Instead of a satisfying crack!, I get a stinging smack as it flies back at me and hits me in my side.

So much for being experimental.

I'll just stick to my home-made bottles of holy water and keep the jump-rope for rope-jumping.