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On one of his walks through the park to take photos, Frank had come across something odd. First he thought he was hallucinating, but even after several attempts, one couple appeared in several photos, event hough he hadn’t seen them in the viewfinder of his digital SLR camera. He managed to track them through the review of the last photo taken, growing more and more bewildered.
When they noticed him eventually, he decided to ask them directly. They invited him to a chat over coffee, and he accepted.
The two things he found out before his death were these: Sunlight does not bother vampires all that much, but they really don’t show up in mirrors.

The girl had been puring her heart out to the cat for a week when her mother found out.
“Don’t touch that useless beast, it has fleas!”
“No, he doesn’t! And he’s not useless, he’ll find Daddy, he said!”
Her mother sighed. “Your Daddy is gone and won’t come back, no matter how much you wish it. And cats can’t understand what you say, let alone talk.”
The girl took refuge in sullen silence, and her mother shooed the cat out of the window.
The small ginger tom met up with a bigger grey cat who had been waiting nearby. Instead of a greeting, he said, “My, humans are so silly. She didn’t even think to ask me if I could talk.”
“The girl believing your promises isn’t exactly clever, either.”
“Well, no.” He stretched. “I have better things to do than chasing some guy. Nothing, for example.”

The angels had been standing guard forever, or so I thought before I knew what a sculptor was. As far as I was concerned, they were not algae-encrusted pieces of hewn stone, but magical protectors, making sure the dead rested well, and the living did not get hurt in dreams. I do not know where that idea came from.
By the time vandals smashed one of the pair, I knew better.
And yet,  looking at the shards, I had another idea out of the blue. It woke up. It left the broken pieces, like an eggshell, and flew home.

The dragonslayer peered around warily. He sat on rough stone, and his spear leaned near the entrance of the cavern, out of reach. He had come across dragons that did not take him seriously before, just to cut right through their contempt, but this one’s entirely different tone had triggered instincts too deeply rooted to ignore.
“Don’t be silly, boy. There will be no fighting here. Come have a cup of tea and a bit of a chat.”
He just couldn’t kill anything that sounded exactly like his grandmother, even when the cookies were nearly as hard as the furniture.