Vampire Killer

The following is based on an entry in the New York Post...

     April 18, 1998.  Donna, Texas.
     "Come on," said Andy Chapa, "I've got something to show you."
     Pablo Vasquez and the others followed his cousin onto a Donna, Texas property to a wooden shed.  Inside, the clutter created a small alley to the back where Andy lit a few candles.  The light revealed a carved pentagram in the floorboards and, immediately, everyone fell silent.
     "What?" asked Andy.  "Come on, it'll be fun."
     Pablo's cousin reached atop a shelf and retrieved a wide, thin box.  He opened it, took out a board printed with letters and numbers, a "Yes" and "No" on the corners, and placed it in the middle of the pentagram.  He placed the planchette on the board and sat next to it.
     "I don't know about this," said Pablo.  "I don't feel right."
     "There's nothing to worry about," said Andy.  He motioned for them to sit along side the board.  "I've done this before."
     The others sat around the ouija board within reaching distance.  Being teenagers, they had no idea what doors they would open that night.
     Once everyone was in place, one finger on the plastic planchette, Andy asked the first question, "If you are here, what is your name?"
     Nothing happened.
     "This shit doesn't work," Pablo said.  He started to lift his finger away, but Andy was insistent.
     "Wait, wait, we all have to put our fingers on it.  Just wait, it'll work."
     Pablo set his finger back on the planchette and Andy asked again.  This time, it moved ever so slightly, at first, but then moved easily to the first letter... S.
     Pablo felt uneasy and a heavy weight had moved onto his chest.  He felt like he wanted to vomit, but kept his composure as the plastic planchette moved to the next letter... A.
     The guys around him started to giggle with anticipation, but Pablo heard them as if they were far away.  The giggles became distorted and long, as if he watched them on a VCR, but the tracking was off.
     The planchette landed on T.
     The distorted giggling became deep, whispering voices Pablo couldn't quite understand, but was able to pick out words here and there... CUT, and BLOOD.
     The planchette landed on the letter A, again.
     The quiet whispers had gotten louder telling Pablo to drink blood.  Nothing in this world will ever satisfy him like drinking the blood of an innocent victim.  Pablo was promised immortality and power.  He was shown a future of women, luxury, power, and the success of his family.  All he had to do was drink blood.
     The planchette finally landed on the letter N... and Pablo stood up, found a nearby metal pipe, and bashed in the skull of Andy's friend, David Cardenas.  The 12-year-old boy laid unconscious on the floor while the others stood back and watched.  Pablo found a box cutter knife and sliced through David's throat, the blood gushing like water from a broken dam.
     "Drink!  Drink now!" he heard.
     Pablo knelt at David's body and drank in the "power" that was promised him.

At the age of 20, in February 1999, Pablo Vasquez was sentenced to 35 years in prison on death row, but was executed on April 6, 2016 before finishing his sentence.