Count Sanguine

Unwelcome houseguest . You were backpacking across Europe to see the beautiful countryside and and meet the vibrant people., but mostly to taste the delicious food. Crispy baguettes in France, cold-pressed olive oil in Italy, pan-fried wiener schnitzel in Germany.... . You hitch-hiked into Transylvania, but the driver dumped you in the middle of a strange forest with no hostels in sight. Between the spooky forest and spooky castle, you chose the latter . You knocked on the solid oak doors with the wrought iron knocker shaped like a bat, but nobody answered, and the door was locked. The 5th story window was cracked, so you lithely scaled the building . The castle is dusty and musty, covered in cobwebs. Most of the windows are boarded shut, and almost all the doors are locked, but there are footprints in the dusty hallways and the candle wicks have recently burned . The eerie silence is only broken by your footsteps until the sun sets....then you hear a loud *Thud!* A door creaks open upstairs, then nothing until you hear a voice behind you . A swarm of bats reveals a man behind you, tall and gauntly haunting. His voice is a rumble, a hiss, a torrent that shivers up your spine. You are an unwelcome guest in his house and you can't even run out the front door