I walk up the dark paved path that has flowers and bushes on either side of it to the large mahogany doors of Count Dracula's castle, nerves making me take slow steps to prolong the moment before I must knock on his door

I raise my fist and gently rapt my knuckles on the hard smooth wood and await for them to open

The door slowly opens and I come face to face with Dracula himself, he looks me up and down his upper lip lifting in a sneer

Can I help you with something human? Why do you darken my doorstep with your presence?