Along with the creepy ancient tomb thingy of demonology and vampire slaying, I woke up with a wooden stake underneath my pillow and I think it's name is Mr. Pointy. I'm not sure why I think it even has a name, except that my brain knows that it has a name. Who names a stake? You name teddy bears and cute pets. You don't give names to wooden weapons. You just don't.
I think I have a split personality going on and she's convinced she's a vampire slayer. Unless someone is strategically breaking into my apartment and leaving Halloween props around like it's an Easter Egg hunt.