May 21, 2004
Transylvania....
It's a name I won't forget. That place gave me the ultimate gift. It gave me happiness. Over the last few decades I have been miserable. I have been the butt of practical jokes and the ass of Bart Simpson. But that has all changed. Yes... Indeed it has.
I stayed there for about 2 weeks. The place is known for being a haven for vampires. I figured that to be a myth, or so I thought.......
The only thing that really bothered me was the townspeople. They were filthy and lacked the English tongue. They looked at me if I were an invader to their kingdom. All I was looking for was an answer....How to defeat Bart Simpson? I found that answer out but with a great cost on my part.
While I was there mysterious deaths have been reported. These were no typical strangulation or a shot to the head type death. Their bodies were pale white and have disappeared in the morgue. Now when everyone else heard this they thought of vampires. That was poppycock! I believed that someone morbid has stolen the bodies. I knew people could be perverted.
Their was no evidence that a vampire had even caused their death...No what am I saying they don't even exist!! I grew frustrated with their rants and raves so I decided to check in the local inn and call it a day.
May 22, 2004
I didn't sleep very well. I heard lots of noises and the room was very cold. I spent half the night shivering. I swear you could say I slept on an ice cube. This will defiantly be the only night I'll spend here. I'm not even going to give them a tip. All I know is I've got a long way to go. I can imagine my foe laughing at me and my brother just looking smug. I wonder why I'm even here. If I don't believe in vampires then why am I here? I guess only time will tell
May 23, 2004
After leaving the inn I figured this would be the perfect time to gather supplies. I went to a local general store and bought a map, food, and some cattle to ride on or slaughter whatever comes first. I asked the clerk how to reach Castle Dracula. I tell you I didn't know a person could gather smoke when they ran that fast. I thought about robbing the place but this look like a very poor town. I'm a bit agitated because I really need to know where the castle is. This map is in another language. I really don't know why I bought it. I could just tear out my hair! I wonder what Bart is up to? I just can't stand the fact that the little hellion always gets the best of me. I'm a grown man and he's in the 4th grade. Ugh it's so ridiculous!
I decided that the only place to go without the person fleeing was the church. I could easily distinguish it from any other building. Its majestic stain glass windows that reach far as the eye could see. The door creaked open. It's just as beautiful as it is from the outside. It has a bit of a gothic look. I could tell it's been here for quite some time.
I looked around for someone to give me the information I desired. It took me a few minutes of waiting my patience finally paid off when a nun came out. I beckoned her attention and asked to speak to the priest. She showed me to his room. He was praying for the safety of the townspeople. I felt a bit of sympathy for him. He sounds utterly distraught.
When he finished praying he looked up to me and smiled. The nun shut the door so we could have ourselves a private chat. I told him what was on my mind and he had a disapproval look He thought I was taking a trip to hell for going to see Dracula. All I wanted was revenge. For a priest he really believed that vampires existed. He said that more bodies have been found and the killers were vampires. He gave me a crucifix and a warning never to go to castle Dracula.
I bid the priest farewell. But there is something everyone knows about me in Springfield......
I don't give up that easily...
(End Chapter 1)
Transylvania....
It's a name I won't forget. That place gave me the ultimate gift. It gave me happiness. Over the last few decades I have been miserable. I have been the butt of practical jokes and the ass of Bart Simpson. But that has all changed. Yes... Indeed it has.
I stayed there for about 2 weeks. The place is known for being a haven for vampires. I figured that to be a myth, or so I thought.......
The only thing that really bothered me was the townspeople. They were filthy and lacked the English tongue. They looked at me if I were an invader to their kingdom. All I was looking for was an answer....How to defeat Bart Simpson? I found that answer out but with a great cost on my part.
While I was there mysterious deaths have been reported. These were no typical strangulation or a shot to the head type death. Their bodies were pale white and have disappeared in the morgue. Now when everyone else heard this they thought of vampires. That was poppycock! I believed that someone morbid has stolen the bodies. I knew people could be perverted.
Their was no evidence that a vampire had even caused their death...No what am I saying they don't even exist!! I grew frustrated with their rants and raves so I decided to check in the local inn and call it a day.
May 22, 2004
I didn't sleep very well. I heard lots of noises and the room was very cold. I spent half the night shivering. I swear you could say I slept on an ice cube. This will defiantly be the only night I'll spend here. I'm not even going to give them a tip. All I know is I've got a long way to go. I can imagine my foe laughing at me and my brother just looking smug. I wonder why I'm even here. If I don't believe in vampires then why am I here? I guess only time will tell
May 23, 2004
After leaving the inn I figured this would be the perfect time to gather supplies. I went to a local general store and bought a map, food, and some cattle to ride on or slaughter whatever comes first. I asked the clerk how to reach Castle Dracula. I tell you I didn't know a person could gather smoke when they ran that fast. I thought about robbing the place but this look like a very poor town. I'm a bit agitated because I really need to know where the castle is. This map is in another language. I really don't know why I bought it. I could just tear out my hair! I wonder what Bart is up to? I just can't stand the fact that the little hellion always gets the best of me. I'm a grown man and he's in the 4th grade. Ugh it's so ridiculous!
I decided that the only place to go without the person fleeing was the church. I could easily distinguish it from any other building. Its majestic stain glass windows that reach far as the eye could see. The door creaked open. It's just as beautiful as it is from the outside. It has a bit of a gothic look. I could tell it's been here for quite some time.
I looked around for someone to give me the information I desired. It took me a few minutes of waiting my patience finally paid off when a nun came out. I beckoned her attention and asked to speak to the priest. She showed me to his room. He was praying for the safety of the townspeople. I felt a bit of sympathy for him. He sounds utterly distraught.
When he finished praying he looked up to me and smiled. The nun shut the door so we could have ourselves a private chat. I told him what was on my mind and he had a disapproval look He thought I was taking a trip to hell for going to see Dracula. All I wanted was revenge. For a priest he really believed that vampires existed. He said that more bodies have been found and the killers were vampires. He gave me a crucifix and a warning never to go to castle Dracula.
I bid the priest farewell. But there is something everyone knows about me in Springfield......
I don't give up that easily...
(End Chapter 1)
