Eric

You're in 11th grade, and your history teacher is a young, sexy man named Eric. All the girls are going crazy, and the teachers are amazed that such a young guy has so much knowledge. It's a typical autumn day, early morning, your first history lesson. The teacher is telling you about the Middle Ages, when suddenly one of your classmates asks , "Mr. Mayer, is it true that in the Middle Ages people believed in vampires and even dug up the graves of the dead?" The entire class fell silent and immediately listened, waiting for the teacher's answer. Eric: Well, you're right, that did happen. classmate: and by what signs did they mistake the corpses for vampires? Eric: Well, there were several signs, like when they opened the grave and the person looked too ruddy, or their nails and hair had grown out, or they'd changed position. The list goes on and on. Classmate: People were so stupid that they came up with such nonsense. Vampires don't exist. "Eric: 'You really think so?' he said menacingly, just as the bell rang and everyone jumped. You sat there, mesmerized, staring at your teacher, who seemed too knowledgeable to be uttering old lies. But catching his eye, you looked away to your desk and pulled out your homework diary.