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Transylvanian Trauma--er, Drama!Transylvanian Trauma--er, Drama! by *chaosfive55
A hazy sun descends among the jagged peaks of the Carpathians as a rather battered East European automobile of uncertain lineage chugs its way along the Borgo Pass; veering off to the left, it toils valiantly up a long crooked causeway towards its destination, a vast half-ruined castle shrouded in the mists that rise from the steep chasm which yawns at its foundations.
The plucky car manages to cross the lowered drawbridge, and stops in the middle of the huge stone courtyard--a piercing HONK! HONK! violates the eerie silence, sending hordes of panicking bats into the swiftly darkening sky as the driver hops out with a whoop of delight.
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When the Hunt Goes By...Out in the street on a chill midnightWhen the Hunt Goes By... by *chaosfive55
The villagers heard a scream of fright,
Begging for help to the pitiless sky---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
They knew who it was--good Parson Brown,
A man well-loved by the whole town;
Yet no one stirred or breathed a sigh---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
The pounding hooves went thundering past
And the villagers shuddered, hearing the last
Shriek of their Parson, shrill and high---
All heads turn when the Hunt goes by.
Now the silence hangs foul in the dark dead night
As the villagers tremble and pray for light
While the Count and his kin hunt till morning is nigh---
All

Blood is Thicker than Water...A throat as white as YOURS, my dear,Blood is Thicker than Water... by *chaosfive55
My sharp teeth long to kiss---
And when your startled gasp I hear,
My mad heart pounds with bliss!
Oh, please don't run away, my love,
There is no cause for dread...
We are as close as hand in glove--
It's not MY fault I'm dead!
You really have no choice, my bride,
No one can hear you scream---
But please feel free to run and hide,
Just say, "It's all a dream!"

Her Tainted Lips...Her Tainted Lips... by *chaosfive55
Beware the darksome maid, Shavaughn,
Who stalks barefoot across the lawn
From her cold dark-veinéd marble tomb
To gnaw your soul and seal your doom...
She casts her spells of madness wild,
This strange and lovely woman-child
Whose long dark tresses and pale skin
Conceal the horrors that lurk within...
Her tainted lips part in such a smile
That would make Van Helsing run a mile--
O, linger not! Beware her eyes!
In love and dread her victim dies
As her impish laugh rings through the night
In macabre, wicked, pure delight...
FAQ: What did Boris Karloff, Peter Lorre, and Vincent Price REALLY say at Béla's funeral? Find out in this FAQ:[link] FILM POSTERS: Original Béla film posters: [link] and lobby cards: [link] a.) Faintings: 110. b.) Shrieks: 20 per performance. c.) Husbands summoned to escort wives home: 10 per performance. (What were those wives doing there all alone ... |
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