Who was this man? Nobody really knew. Some people said he was half man, half wolf. Most people thought he was a vampire. Everyone feared him.
Late one night a stranger came to the village inn. He said the vampire in the castle was dead. The villagers didn't believe him. They thought vampires lived forever.
That night there was a violent storm. Lightning flashed across the howling sky, thunder shook the roofs of the houses. The storm stopped quite suddenly. At that moment the lid of the big coffin of the vampire began to open. As the coffin opened, the storm died to a whisper. The body in the coffin took the violent energy of the night. The vampire was back.
The next day was bright and sunny. Birds sang in the trees. The castle looked beautiful in the dawn light. People got up early and cleared away the debris from the storm. There were many cracked slates and broken windows. The villagers put back the chimney pots and mended their fences. Life went on.
But the next night another terrible thing happened, an awful cry rang round the village. "Murder! ..."