The Rocky Mountain Vampire

The Rocky Mountain Vampire:

    There has never been and probably will never be a movie about the classic Rocky Mountain Vampire.  The only plausible way to pull it off would to be to make it a comedy.  According to some of the old Shoshone legends, and those of other tribes of the Northwest, the indigenous blood drinker approaches its victim with stealth then inserts its nose into the victim's ear and then inhales the blood through its own nose.  There are no reports on just how pointed the vampire's nose might be or if the whole process is only possible by the creature's sheer vacuum power.


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