Uncle Johnson's house was a fortress against the supernatural. Every corner held a cross, his fence was made of them, and a large one crowned his roof like a church. Directly across the road stood an ancient, boarded-up house, untouched for centuries. Locals whispered of bat screeches echoing from within and sightings of a tall, lanky shadow in the sole unboarded upper window.
Despite its long abandonment, the house remained eerily clean, its backyard devoid of even a single leaf. Bats flocked there at night. Folklore claimed a real vampire dwelled within. Many had died inexplicably on its doorstep, their eyes wide with horror, and accidents were frequent there.
It was said the vampire only revealed his grotesque face to his victims, whose hearts stopped at the sight. After burial, he would dig them up to feed. The legend warned that anyone daring to challenge the vampire in his name would see his true form and meet a painful end. Would you dare?