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Barry and the Vampire
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The Rosedale Encounter
By
Darrell Bartell
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Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
Text Copyright © 2017 Darrell Bartell
All rights reserved.
Published 2017 by
Progressive Rising Phoenix Press, LLC
www.progressiverisingphoenix.com
ISBN: 978-1-946329-33-2
Edited by Jody Amato
Author Photo ©2016 Jessica Murrah,
Modern Studios Photography
Book cover by William Speir
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Interior design by Polgarus Studio
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Tribute
My deepest thanks and appreciation to the Fort Worth Writers for their knowledge and expertise in the writing field.
For Sparkles (1964-1981)
and Tigger (1962-1993)
Thanks for everything.
Rest in peace.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1
Barry McElroy’s heart couldn’t keep up the pace, but he had to keep running. “Be home by eight for dinner,” his mother had told him. He should’ve listened.
The three goons chasing him down Rosedale Street were older than the high school junior. For Barry, this was a matter of life or death. To them, it was sport.
“Gotcha!” yelled a man with a Spanish accent as he grabbed Barry by his shirt collar.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
The others laughed when they caught up with him. “Did you think you could outrun us?” asked the second thug, dressed in a blue jean jacket with the sleeves cut off. The man’s right bicep displayed a Tasmanian devil tattoo.
“I didn’t do anything to you,” Barry screamed. “Somebody help me!”
“Somebody help me! Somebody help me!” mocked the third punk, wearing