Giving Blood in a Horror Movie

On Friday, I went over to the local Red Cross and donated blood. Now, I’ve given blood and platelets many times in the past. But this was the first time I’ve ever felt completely creeped out by the prospect of donating.

Wait, I’ll explain…

It began when I pulled into the parking garage. I noticed it was a lot darker than usual. I mean, this was in the morning, so there was light from outside the parking deck coming in through the openings in the walls, but not a lot. Most of the lights in the ceiling were out.

Once I parked and got out of my car, I noticed that the few lights were on were blinking. It was like something out of a thriller. I was waiting for a psycho in a mask to step out from behind a car with a chainsaw.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen. If I was gonna lose blood today, I expected it to be taken by a trained Red Cross technician.

And that’s what I got. A trained Red Cross technician. Who spoke with a pronounced Romanian accent.


You know what town is in Romania? Transylvania. You know who hails from Transylvania? Dracula.

The donation went off without a hitch. And I’m going to assume that the woman in charge of today’s bloodletting did not shove a straw in my blood bag after I left. I assume that the blood I gave will go on to help someone in need.

Don’t let this series of unfortunate creepy coincidences deter you from donating blood if you are able. In light of last week’s tragedy in Las Vegas and recent natural disasters in the forms of hurricanes and earthquakes, there are people out there who, every day, are in need of lifesaving blood transfusions.


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