Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1466054360 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 8
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Off in a distance stood a dark desolate castle in north-western Ireland full of mystery and macabre known as Castle Drac Von Stoller. Anyone who would dare talk bad about the castle would later come up missing without a trace. Costume parties were held at the castle where ballroom dancing would also take place. Legend has it that Count Drac Von Stoller impaled the great Wizard Estavan and just as the Count was about to sink his teeth into the Wizard's neck the Wizard pulled his magic wand out of his cloak and a beam of light shot through the wand into the mirror standing in the corner. Estavan the Wizard said as he was gasping his last breath on the impaling stake. "Count for what you've done to me, I curse you to the mirror where you will remain for all eternity unless you can find thirteen virgin maidens, impale them and suck every drop of their precious blood from their bodies. If you fail the mirror will be your final resting place, you only have one chance to lift the curse.” As Estavan's eyes were closing, a beam of light showed through the mirror and surrounded the Count. No matter how hard the Count tried to free himself the curse was too strong. Eventually, Count Drac Von Stoller gave in and the mirror pulled the Count inside never to be heard from again for over three-hundred years.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1301058734 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 5
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After Drac Von Stoller, and Nick Maundrell's takeover of the world in 666 days, Nick and his wife Isabella lived a simple life in Drac Von Stoller's old Castle for many years, but Nick wanted to be what Drac Von Stoller was and all that was on his mind was being the King of the Vampires. Nick just couldn't shake off the thought of just being Drac Von Stoller's right hand Vampire for the rest of his life, so Nick decided to invite Drac Von Stoller to his Castle poison him, and drive a stake through his heart. With Drac Von Stoller out of the way, Nick Maundrell would take over the throne and become King of the Vampires. Nick sent the invitation by way of one of his henchmen on horseback. The henchman arrived a few days later and knocked on Drac Von Stoller's castle door. The rain was intense with a lot of thunder. The door opened, and Drac Von Stoller's servant answered, and said, 'May I help you?" "Yes, I was sent by Nick Maundrell to deliver this invitation to Drac Von Stoller," replied Nick's henchman. Drac's servant said, "I'll see that Drac Von Stoller receives the invitation." Drac's servant entered Drac Von Stoller's study to deliver the invitation. The servant said, "Drac, I have an invitation that was just delivered by Nick Maundrell's henchman." Drac placed his hand out, and the servant placed the invitation in Drac's hand, and Drac opened the invitation, and read it out loud. "Nick has invited me over to his castle for dinner tomorrow evening to celebrate our friendship and the takeover of the world." Drac was excited to see his good friend Nick once again, but Drac's excitement about spending some time with his friend tomorrow evening would be short-lived.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1476197733 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 5
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Kathy and Jim Patterson were just a little too eager to settle down and start a new family. They jumped into the first place they saw, Denmore Castle, unaware of what lies beneath the castle walls. Kathy was a school teacher and her husband Jim was a chemist. Kathy and Jim had it all, money, love, and the pursuit of happiness. The Pattersons felt castle Denmore would be a dream come true, but in actuality, it would lead them both down the road of torment and death. Mr. Patterson’s dream was to stumble upon a mad scientist’s laboratory on the lower level of the castle. His wife told Jim, “I’ll check the upstairs rooms and you explore the creepy dungeon,” said Kathy with a chuckle. As Mr. Patterson was exploring the lower level of the castle he felt chills go up and down his spine. All of a sudden his dream was about to come true a door painted black with an etching of a skull and cross bones. He said to himself, “Oh my! Could this be a dream come true?” Jim was so excited he said, “If there’s a laboratory behind this door, I will be able to pretend I’m a mad scientist and perform Dr. Frankenstein's experiments. Jim started laughing like he was a mad scientist. His dream would eventually come true but at a high cost. There was a black shadow figure lurking inside this room waiting to possess the unlucky soul that dared venture into this room of evil. Jim tried to turn the doorknob, but it was locked. He decided to ask the realtor on the phone about the black door after he was through looking over all the areas of the castle.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1466091223 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 8
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Just before George left work for the day, George received a call from a distant relative telling him he was the sole heir of his great-grandfather's castle in England. "Wow, I've always dreamed of living in a castle ever since I was a little boy. This will give me time to work on my new novel about a haunted castle. I can't wait to tell Henrietta and the kids about our newfound riches. We will have to leave by the end of the week to be in time for the reading of the will and sign all the appropriate documents," he said excitedly. "I'm sorry about such short notice," George explained to his boss, "but I have to be at the reading of the will or I will have to forfeit my inheritance." "You know if you leave, your job will no longer be here if you decide to come back," the boss replied sternly. "Yes, I know," George said resolutely, "But this is my calling, and I'm not going to let this chance of a lifetime pass me by." "Well good luck to you and your family with your newfound fortune," the boss said rather dryly. George cleared everything off of his desk and put it in a box. He grabbed his coat, shook his boss's hand, and told him he would write soon to let him know how things were going. George loaded his box of things from his desk into the trunk of the car and drove home to tell his family the news. George stopped on the way home to pick up some roses for Henrietta and some candy for the kids. He was anxious to get home to tell them the great news. As he pulled into the driveway, his heart was racing. He took a deep breath and put the car in park. He grabbed the roses and candy, walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. "Honey, why the roses?" Henrietta asked when she opened the door. "Go get the kids and bring them into the living room and I'll explain," George said excitedly. "I was about to leave work when I got a call from a distant relative saying I had just inherited my great-grandfather's castle in England. They said that if I didn't come to England for the reading of the will, I'd forfeit my rights to the inheritance. The conditions were that whoever inherits the castle must live in it as the caretakers or the castle will be passed on to another surviving relative. "So, darling, we must get our clothes packed and board a plane within the next day or two. We need to let the realtor sell everything in our house that we can't take along to our new residence. Moving into the castle will be what I need to continue writing the novel I so desperately need to finish. Then our family won't have to worry anymore about not having enough to get by. Anyway, this two-bedroom house is falling apart, and I'm tired of not being able to provide for my family the way I've always wanted to." Henrietta got everything packed, and George took care of the plane tickets for Friday's departure. It seemed like Friday would never come. George loaded the family's suitcases into the trunk of the car and they were off on their way to the airport. It was a beautiful, warm day with not a cloud in the sky. George was able to get first-class tickets and the stewardess made sure they were all well taken care of on their long flight to England. The plane finally landed. The lawyer was at the airport waiting to pick the family up for the reading of the will. As they approached the old stone structure, they were in awe over the beauty of the castle grounds. "Oh George, I didn't realize how breathtaking a castle would be. I've only seen pictures in magazines!" Henrietta gasped. The lawyer pulled the car to the front entrance of the castle and let everyone out. Three people were waiting outside the castle to greet them. "Wow, servants," George observed. "You didn't think you could take care of this beautiful castle with just two people living in it, did you?" the lawyer asked with a chuckle. "The butler and maid will take your suitcases to your new rooms and unpack everything. The chef will prepare our dinner and afterward, we will go to the study for the reading of the will. How does that sound, sir?" "It sounds wonderful. We're all very hungry," George replied. Everyone gathered around the table to eat when all of a sudden the beautiful sunny day turned into a raging thunderstorm. "It looks like we got to the castle just in the nick of time!" Henrietta exclaimed. "If it would have been a few minutes later, we would all be drenched from head to toe." Henrietta, being a very religious woman, told everyone to join hands so she could bless the food they were all about to eat. Afterward, George told the lawyer about the vivid dream of living in a castle he had when he was a child. "It looks like your dream has finally come true," the lawyer said with a smile. "Yes, it has!" exclaimed George. "I'll finally have the chance to work on my novel and finish it." "May I ask you what the title of your book will be?" asked the lawyer. "Sure, the title is The Castle Walls of Death," George replied. "You must be a fan of horror stories," the lawyer said. "Yes, I am. And I thought if they can write a good horror story, why can't I do the same? After all, I've always been fascinated with the occult," George said. "Well, enough about me. Let's eat and get to the study so the lawyer can read the Will." When everyone finished their dinner the lawyer escorted them to the study. They all sat down at the long, dark table, eager to hear what was in the Will. "Okay then, let's get down to business,” said the lawyer. "I, Thomas James Smith, hereby leave all my worldly possessions, servants, and castle to George Thomas Smith, the sole heir to my estate, should he still be living." George turned and hugged Henrietta tightly. They were visibly overwhelmed with joy, and the children were jumping out of their chairs. They couldn’t wait to run through the castle and play hide and seek. "That's all. I just need George to sign the necessary documents to make this all legal and then I can go home to my family," the lawyer said. The whole family instantly fell in love with the castle and everything in it, but it wouldn't be long before their dreams would be shattered. Everything seemed fine for a few months. One day when the children were playing in the dungeon, one child came across an old book. They were amazed at the pictures of demons, witches, and ghouls as they flipped through the old pages. The cover of the book was too dusty to read, so they just kept gazing at the pictures. They ran across some words that were surely demonic, but the children didn't realize how powerful these words would be when read aloud. These words would end up destroying the whole family and everything that is cursed in these castle walls.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: Category : Juvenile Fiction Languages : en Pages : 3
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Nestled upon a mountain top in 1590, what the villagers called the Castle of Death was the castle of Drac Von Stoller. Drac, being a blood lover, met a countess by the name of Erzsebet Bathory, who would be later known as The Blood Countess who killed 640, whom he took a liking to. At one of his costume parties, instead of just entering her room in the dead of night and biting her on the neck then transforming into a bat to fly out her window into the night, looking for another victim, the two made passionate love together, and the result of that encounter led to an offspring that would carry on the tradition of his father. It could have ended there on the spot, but Erzsebet was spared her life because while they were making love the bedroom door burst open and there standing at the doorway was none other than Van Helsing with a wooden stake and hammer. He held up a cross as he got closer to the bed and pressed the cross on Drac’s forehead, burning his flesh, causing Drac to fall back on the bed and enough time for Van Helsing to drive a stake into Drac Von Stoller’s heart, ending the bloody rampage for years in his castle of death, or so Van Helsing thought. Little did Van Helsing know that Erzsebet Bathory was carrying Drac Von Stoller’s baby and she was bitten on the neck when they were making passionate love together which would ultimately change her life from that day forward.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 16
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The Franklin family, a quartet of affluence and apparent bliss, had always dreamt of a home that was more than just shelter. When the opportunity to purchase a 14th-century castle in the heart of the English countryside presented itself, it felt like destiny. The weathered stone, the gothic architecture, the sprawling grounds—it was everything they had ever imagined and more. Unbeknownst to them, this wasn't just a home; it was a haunted relic, a vessel for the tormented souls of the past. As they drove up the winding, overgrown driveway, Brandy felt a sudden chill despite the warm summer day. The castle loomed before them, its ancient stones seeming to absorb the sunlight rather than reflect it. For a brief moment, she thought she saw a face in one of the upper windows—gaunt, hollow-eyed, and filled with an unspeakable sorrow. She blinked, and it was gone. David, ever the pragmatist, was busy discussing the structural integrity of the place with the real estate agent. "Of course, you'll want to have a thorough inspection done," the agent was saying, her voice oddly strained. "The place has... quirks, as you'd expect from a building of this age." The children, Emily and Ben, were uncharacteristically quiet in the backseat. Emily, usually chatty and excited, stared up at the castle with an unreadable expression. Ben, typically buried in his video games, had put away his handheld console and was peering out the window with wide, apprehensive eyes. As they stepped out of the car, the air seemed to thicken around them. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the caw of a lone raven perched on a gargoyle high above. Brandy reached for David's hand, an inexplicable urge for comfort overwhelming her. The castle, with its imposing grandeur, concealed a labyrinth of secrets. Deep within its heart lay the dungeon, a subterranean chamber where shadows seemed to dance and whispers echoed in the still air. The walls, once adorned with human suffering, bore silent witness to centuries of torment. Blood-red stains, like grotesque paintings, marked the history of innocent and guilty alike, victims of a king's capricious justice. As the real estate agent led them through the grand entrance hall, Brandy couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The portraits lining the walls seemed to follow their every move, eyes shifting imperceptibly when no one was looking directly at them. The tour progressed, each room more grandiose yet somehow more unsettling than the last. In what was to be the master bedroom, Brandy noticed a small door, almost hidden behind heavy velvet drapes. "Oh, that?" the agent said, her laugh a touch too high-pitched. "Just an old servant's passage. Probably best left unexplored for now." But as they turned to leave, Brandy could have sworn she heard a faint scratching coming from behind that door, as if something—or someone—was trying to get out. The children's rooms were next. In Emily's future bedroom, a beautiful antique mirror dominated one wall. As Emily approached it, her reflection seemed to flicker for a moment, replaced by the image of a young girl in medieval dress, her eyes wide with terror. Emily gasped and stumbled backward, but when she looked again, it was just her own pale face staring back. Ben's room was in the tower, a circular space with a stunning view of the surrounding countryside. But as he gazed out the window, the landscape seemed to shift and warp before his eyes. For a split second, instead of rolling hills and forests, he saw a bleak, barren wasteland stretching to the horizon, dotted with twisted, blackened trees and what looked horribly like gallows. The final stop on the tour was the kitchen, a vast space dominated by an enormous stone fireplace. As they entered, a gust of cold air swept through the room, causing everyone to shiver. The flames in the fireplace, which had been burning cheerily, suddenly sputtered and died, plunging the room into shadow. "Must be a draft," the agent said quickly, her hands shaking slightly as she relit the fire. "Now, shall we discuss the offer?" The Franklins, oblivious to the castle's sinister past, moved in with enthusiasm. Brandy, the matriarch, was captivated by the castle's history, while her husband, David, was more interested in its structural integrity. Their teenage children, Emily and Ben, were simply excited about the novelty of castle life. But from the very first night, things felt... off. As Brandy unpacked in the master bedroom, she kept catching glimpses of movement in her peripheral vision. When she turned to look, there was never anything there, but the sensation of being watched persisted. David, inspecting the ancient plumbing in the basement, found himself in a corridor he didn't remember seeing on the tour. The walls here were rougher, older, and seemed to pulse with a faint, sickly light. He turned to go back the way he came, only to find the passage behind him had vanished, replaced by solid stone. Panic rising in his throat, he stumbled forward, deeper into the unknown bowels of the castle. Emily, arranging her things in her new room, suddenly felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She spun around, heart racing, but the room was empty. As she tried to calm herself, she noticed her breath was visible in the suddenly frigid air. The temperature continued to drop until frost began to form on the windows, creating intricate patterns that, if you looked closely, seemed to depict scenes of torture and execution. Ben, exploring the tower room, discovered a small trapdoor in the floor. Curiosity overcoming his apprehension, he opened it, revealing a narrow, winding staircase descending into darkness. As he peered down, he heard what sounded like distant, muffled screams echoing up from the depths. He slammed the trapdoor shut, but the screams continued, now seeming to come from inside his own head. Within weeks of their arrival, strange occurrences began to disturb their idyllic existence. Eerie whispers echoed through the corridors, footsteps padded silently in the dead of night, and the faintest of screams pierced the silence. At first, they dismissed these as creaky old buildings and overactive imaginations. But as the incidents grew in frequency and intensity, a creeping dread began to settle over the family. One morning, Brandy woke to find bizarre, arcane symbols carved into the wooden bedframe—symbols that hadn't been there when she went to sleep. David discovered that no matter how many times he fixed the ancient grandfather clock in the hall, it always reset itself to 3:33, the hands quivering as if in fear. Emily's diary began to fill itself with entries she didn't remember writing, detailing horrific events from the castle's past. Ben's video game consoles would turn themselves on in the middle of the night, the screens flickering with images of medieval torture devices and ghostly faces contorted in agony.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: Category : Juvenile Fiction Languages : en Pages : 5
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Before I cut loose on this story for some readers that may never heard of one of the most evil men in America his name is H.H. Holmes who is the first documented serial killer in the United States. During the 1893 Columbia Exposition, he lured his victims into his “Murder Castle” which was built to his expectations with gas jets piped into some rooms to gas his victims and also trapdoors and chutes that he could move the bodies down to the basement so he could burn his victims and sell their skeletal remains for money. It is said that he killed over two hundred women or maybe more. H.H. Holmes was sentenced by hanging on May 7, 1896, and buried at the Holy Cross Cemetery in Delaware County Pennsylvania. The story begins here now that we have some background on H.H. Holmes. Fast forward to 1976 when Jason Keller decided to write his first novel on serial killer H.H. Holmes, but just writing about him wasn't enough for him so he decided to pay a visit to the murder castle to get his creative juices flowing. When Jason arrived at the very spot where the murder castle once stood he was disappointed to find out it had burned down long ago and was now a post office. Instead of getting back in his car and driving off, he decided to go inside the post office and ask the postmaster if there was any existing part of the murder castle still part of the foundation and if H.H. Holmes could still be haunting this place. Jason interviewed some of the employees at the post office to see if they ever had a ghostly encounter with H.H. Holmes ghost but after interviewing many of them he wasn't getting the information he so desperately needed to start on his novel so he left and headed to the library to read some books on the occult to see if he could somehow bring H.H. Holme's ghost to life and communicate with him so he could be the first author in history to write his novel with the help of a ghost from the past.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 12
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In the year 1612, the gloomy fortress of Cobweb Castle cast an ominous shadow over the surrounding lands. Its master, Lord Reginald Winslow, was a cruel and tyrannical ruler who governed his subjects with an iron fist. The people lived in constant fear of his wrath, suffering under his oppressive regime of taxation and punishment. Within the castle walls, Lord Winslow's family – his wife Mary and children Kate and Johnny – existed in a gilded cage, prisoners to his domineering ways. "Father, must you tax the peasants so heavily?" young Kate once dared to ask during a tense family dinner. "They have so little to begin with." Lord Winslow slammed his fist on the table, causing the silver platters to rattle. "Mind your tongue, girl! It is by my iron rule alone that this land knows any order. The rabble should be grateful for my leadership, however harsh it may be." His wife Mary shrank back, trembling. "P-Please, my lord... The child means no offense." "See that it does not happen again," Winslow growled, his eyes smoldering with cruelty. As the years dragged on, the oppression only worsened. Mothers wept as their sons were arrested and hanged for the most trivial of crimes. Farmers had their crops seized to pay exorbitant taxes, leaving their families to starve.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1540819256 Category : Young Adult Fiction Languages : en Pages : 94
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Drac Von Stoller enters into another dark realm with famous killers Billy the Kid, H.H. Holmes, Lizzie Borden, Elizabeth Bathory. Drac also brings a new tale of road rage and also delves into the occult with a ouija board. So sit back and dim the lights and lock the door as Drac Von Stoller fills each readers minds with even more terror than before.
Author: Drac Von Stoller Publisher: Drac Von Stoller ISBN: 1490562508 Category : Fiction Languages : en Pages : 179
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More scary tales from the series with urban legends, vampires, ghosts, aliens and mysteries. Two stories from the book "No More Mr. Nice Guy" and "The Vanishing Hitchhiker" which has Clint Eastwood's daughter Kimber Lynn starring have been made into short films.
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