Vampire Story - The day of the dead

A certain old man traveled to the city in anticipation of a new life. Everything he owned was back in his pockets and security of the rucksack on his back, his light.

Gradually, he came through an ugly witch; he was in a beautiful golden cage. "Free me and I give you three wishes, however, old man," she said supplied.

As a kind-core soul he was, he published the witch - do not expect him his whatever. Not like a "thank you", it was the way from the dusty tow n, where the old man with more questions, he will think about it.

In that night he was in a position to house in the village, then he led a last meal to enjoy while the reflection on its future. More than a typical chicken-roasted meals and eat blackberries, he played with the "what-if fantasy" in reference to the witch, it was out today on the track, and the three that he had promised. Are they valid? The only way to know is a wish, and the old man was not quite ready to do this. No, we need time to consider what he will want.

Possibly he could wish for a kinder world - which was full of joy without end rather sad that the swimming pools problem. Possibly it could wish for the wisdom, because it is a noble desire. And once he was wise, he knows how the other two want to spend, is motivated.

Well, it would need much time to reflect on his will. In addition, it is almost feared, whether it really had three wishes or not. Unless it to use, he still - if he or not.

In view of its immediate future, he is not worried about the nature landlord had offered him a puttering pay for the hostel, the low incomes, but sufficient to ensure his lifestyle rather simple. Also, it again tomorrow and then decide what to in the coming days.

As the old man threaded through the small alley leading to their quarters for the night, a thief emerged from darkness, a strong research plush knife in his hand, saw a hand that strong enough to ten hens Fine.

"Give me your money or your life to me," The thief ordered, making the rush that his eyes seem arrows through the shadows of the evening.

"Oh, please do not hurt me!" the old man blurted, resulting in both hands before him, as he deals with the thief. "I am very old. And I'm not a man of substance. My pockets are empty, as my hands."

"Can I change your life," The thief has decided to look ahead with a knife.