House of Frankenstein Page #2

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in the realms of showmanship.

No doubt there are

some among you...

who will doubt the truth

about what I am about to say...

or doubt the reality

of what you are about to see.

But believe me.

My friends.

This is no fake.

Before your very eyes

is all that remains of a vampire.

One of the world's undead.

Dare I but remove this stake

from where his heart once beat.

And he would rise from the grave

within which he lies...

and turn into a bat,

a vampire bat...

who'd feed hideously

upon the living,

whose veins pulsate

with warm and vibrant blood.

Ladies and gentlemen.

The actual skeleton...

of Count Dracula.

The vampire!

Rubbish. Sheer rubbish.

I don't know. Herr Hussman.

There are many people hereabouts who still

believe in the old legend.

- Aye. Sir. It is true.

- I'm surprised at you people.

You seem to doubt what I say.

Herr Burgomaster.

Bats. Vampires.

A stake driven through

a skeleton's heart.

Gibberish.

Every word of it.

Furthermore. My friends.

One single ray of sunlight...

falling upon a vampire

will destroy him.

Say. Who are you?

My name is Lampini.

You're not the "Lampini"

I ran out of this area three years ago?

That was my brother.

Recently deceased.

You remind me of someone.

Someone I can't quite recall.

Perhaps you will remember later.

Herr Burgomaster.

Yes. Perhaps.

Drop the stick

from your hand.

- Drop it.

- But if you move.

I'll send

your soul back...

to the limbo

of eternal waiting.

Do as I ask.

And I will serve you.

I will protect the earth

upon which you lie...

so that before sunrise.

Your coffin will

always be ready for you.

For that. I will do

whatever you wish.

I hope I haven't spoiled your evening

for you. Inspector.

As a matter of fact

I found it most interesting.

But I say good night here.

Good night. Carl.

Good night. Inspector.

Good night.

See you in the morning. Sir.

Good night. Hans.

Don't get lost in the fog.

Brrr! Well. You certainly picked

a night for it. My pet.

It's like being wrapped in the arms

of a gigantic ghost.

Ghosts. Vampires!

Can't you talk about anything else?

Listen.

If you're going toward the inn, may I offer

you the accommodation of my coach?

You don't have

to say that twice.

Oh. Pardon me. I'm Carl Hussman

and this is Mrs. Hussman.

- We are here on our honeymoon.

- My congratulations.

And this is my grandfather.

How do you do?

Herr Hussman.

Permit me

to introduce myself.

I am Baron Latos

from Transylvania.

Well.

Glad to know you. Baron.

May I suggest that you join me for a bottle

of wine at the inn?

In the nature of. Shall we say.

A celebration. Mrs. Hussman?

Well. That's a wonderful idea

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