Hello, I am the Vampire Samoht. Over the next few months, entry by entry, I will describe how what my "life" has taken many different turns throughout so many years. I will start every entry event by event of the happenings in my life-time. Shall I begin?

As you know, I am the Vampire Samoht. I was born in 1893, in Fort Wayne Indiana. I am about six feet tall with "shaggy" brown hair. My eyes will vary in color depending on my moods. The only way you could tell I am among the "Undead" is by my glass like nails and by the unusual touch of chill to my skin. I have lived many years, but where I will take you in my next entry, is the year I was made, January 15, 1910. Not much detail will go into this very entry, for it is almost dawn. And honestly, I have only heard of how we can only walk the night, for the consequences of day are well achieved if to walk in the day. I have never tried and never will. Only rumors. But, not rumors meant to be "fucked" with. I will write more in my next entry. I am sure you will all be pleased at what I am to tell you in the next few months.

~Samoht

You are not the only one who has figured out my real name. Thomas is my real name. That is not very hard to figure out. I decided a long time ago to rid myself of the memories of that name. I make no claims to anything. I write this story and you CHOOSE to believe it or not. I have already switched threads once and it seems that no matter what thread you go to, your topic can have many sub-topics to which others will say to pick another thread. I will keep posting here unless I am moved. Enjoy.

~Samoht

Soon you will know the truth behind the words. Everyone has the right to believe what they want. I will tell you now. Ask me your questions and I will reply. I will tell you my story, choose to believe it or not. I have just found this site so I do not quite understand all what goes on here. I will reveal my life through these very polls.


I was near my 17th year. I lived with my father and my older brother. Life then was so much different than society today. I had nothing of my own, and I had to request permission to even use the outhouse. From what I can remeber of the day, the trees looked so beautiful as the cool breeze flowed through my long brown hair. Anyways... I had always been able to picture myself in certain situations, but what I was about to undertake was un-imaginable. I had snuck out, much like I had always done then, and gone to the creek near by. As I was walking, I noticed something...something not normal in this type of town. Most people had begun to slumber, but this thing, whatever it was, was certainly wide awake.

The next few hours felt like days as I waited behind a large piece of wood built for a barn. It was about 10:30 when it left its home. I had been sitting by my fire for about ten minutes after it left, when it came back. I was so scared that I froze. I started about, around trees and running through the woods. The faster and faster I went. The more dizzy I became. I suddenly felt a warm embrace as I slipped into a dream state.

I woke in a run-down little shack with temporary decorations. The look of this place astounded me. The walls looked almost brand new. There was a little room with no windows and one large door. A door that looked like from the outside would be bigger than the whole shack. I knew nothing of what had happened to me, but I certainly could not move. I was not tied down. I was numb all over. I was very pale and if you had first looked at me, I would have looked like I had been starved for days. I knew that not a single day had gone by. I had passed out once again but this time it was self-inflicted. I had woken up in the same place. Something was different about my suroundings this time. Everything was so old looking. I large object was standing to my side. Not having enough energy to fight, the thing grabbed me and held me close to what I thought was it's heart. I felt something like a bee sting enter the vein of my inner thigh. I felt light-headed, but warm all inside. Not a second later, I felt the coldest I had ever felt...it felt like I had just gone for a nice swim in freezing water. I felt my death coming faster and faster. Before I lost my mind again...I felt a warmth, not just any warmth, something like years of energy and knowledge and youth pouring into my soul. I had finaly drifted once more. Waking to find that 24 hours had gone by. It was January 16, 1910...the night in which a so called "life" of horrors and abnormal tendancies floated throughout my mind.

More things are to be told in my next entry. Ask your questions. Feed your curiosity.

For this entry I will tell you a few things on how you can reach me. I have to post on the internet at a library. I have only an aol name...EvilSamoht. Talk to me live on there and ask me what your curiosity feeds you. I decided that hopefully my story would strike interest in some of the vampire fans out there. Hopefully in the minds of believers alike. This story is not to try and get people to believe in vampires. This story is merely for those who are interested in...this story, to strike a certain chill in your spine. For this entry I am not going to tell you my story. I know I am in the wrong thread but that is why I have given you a way to talk to me live. Now, in my next entry I will continue in telling you my story.

~Samoht

Ok, well, having read your threads, I think that this forum is probably the best one for you, and I hope you find a comfortable outlet for your expression here. Again, I compliment you on your writing style.

I'm not sure if I believe you or not but alot of what you said can be found in many Vampire books. You said what you write is not to make people believe in Vampires but to tell your story. I am an opened minded person but will believe it to a certain extent. If who you say you are is true then why not find me and change me into a Vampire. Then I will surely believe you.

Hello there. Go on, please, answer these people and/or share more. But what is your purpose and reason for wanting to put a chill in our spines so to speak? Just for the hell of it or ... ? Why?

I personaly have read many of Anne Rice's novels and don't you dare say I copied a story to my own. I know how she writes, and do you know how many others write in the same style? A large quantity. And like I said about believing if this is real...you have the right to believe what you want. It is rediculous that you think you know the weather at that time. I don't really think you were there. I also doubt that you took the time to look all of that up. It is pointless to even read this if you have no sense of imagination, because all you are doing is making a fool of yourself.

I will just cease to exist at this site.

P.S. You will all know the truth in my signature.

~EvilSamoht

This is a great story. This is what this section is for. To tell us, the listener, of the tales you...the vampire....have lived.

I have cleaned up this thread of serious negativity.

I can only hope that Thomas comes back and finishes his tale.

Tales are the things that live and breath past the limits of mans mortality...To put restrictions upon them with such trivialities as truth is pathetic...I for one welcome him back.

Do continue your story . . . I await more.

his opening is almost identical to Anne Rice's "The Vampire Lestat".
But Im still interested in hearing more.

he soon got tired of telling his story.
This is something that shouldn't be done..
stories with no ending.. they loose their croiability.
this last word didn't probably exist

...credibility? Is that the word you wanted?