Rain fell in front of the Frankenstein Castle. The door swung open to show two people. One tall brunette dressed like some stereotypical 1950s square and a shorter blonde: Brad Majors and Janet Weiss. College sweethearts who were engaged. Brad looked at the person who opened the door sheepishly, fidgeting.

“I’m glad we caught you at home. Uh, listen. Do you have a phone we could use? Our car broke down on the way home from a wedding. We don’t want to give anyone a scare.”

Brad was cute. Stupid looking. Anyone would love to get their hands on him. And that’s who the person who opened the door was going to do