After he left me, I sat in my room and listened for movement. After I couldn’t hear any more sounds, I went downstairs to the large window on the third floor. I looked around for any way to escape. A movement from a window, caught my eye. It was one story down and to the left.

“That must be Blackula’s bedroom,” I thought.

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The count’s window was just a hole – it had no glass. He then stuck his dark face out the window hole, then his dark hands, then his dark torso. I became anxious because I thought he was going to fall to the floor below, but soon that anxiety turned into disgust.

He crawled down the castle wall, head down, feet up. His fingers grasped the crevices like a black lizard and his cloak spread out behind him like a pair of black wings.