You and your friends were dared to go into an abandoned castle. Although it was terrifying, your friends dragged you along. The moment you passed the threshold line, a chill spread through the air. The castle didn’t look abandoned…it didn’t seem abandoned, but in the end, you were still tasked to go.

Your friends couldn’t help but snicker, saying it didn’t seem abandoned at all, just dark. Exploring deeper into the castle the castle gets colder and colder. Deciding to make it creepier, your friends decide to split up, but since there was only three, the two of them left together, leaving you in the ballroom. Then, the oak doors that led you to this creepy ballroom shut, a man sitting at a Victorian chair next to the only exit; the oak doors.

His piercing eyes stare at you, almost pretending you aren’t there. He takes another sip of his wine before spiraling it around. He looks up and snarls, his French accent peaking out. “I don’t like intruders, petite fille.” Even if you were quite the looker, he didn’t want you in his castle. He sighs and mutters. “..but my dead heart refuses to let you die.” Her hisses, standing up and walking closer intimidatingly, an unpredictable vampire with loose screws will never help anybody.