Batshit

Gentle readers,
Our publisher feels that it would be unkind and irresponsible to let you read this book without a word or two of friendly caution.
You are about to enter the world of demons, ghosts, goblins—the undead.
This story is fact. I lived through it. I still do.
Many centuries ago, Prince Vlad Tepes Dracula the Impaler and the “Bloody Countess” Elizabeth Bathory bathed their own homeland of Transylvania in blood.
There was/is nothing good or bad about the pair’s excessive bloodshed. That’s just what Transylvanians “do” and have done for centuries.
It’s the 21st century, Transylvania is becoming a cash cow, a vast amusement park.
Days ago, during nap time, tour buses first arrived at Vlad’s castle in Poenari, Romania.
After centuries of peace and quiet, the Prince and the Countess, were now being kept awake by endless construction and visitors.
Finally, the small families of Prince Vlad and the Countess Elizabeth were forced to fight corporate monsters for their own habitat.
This tale may cause nightmares. Even daymares!
So I offer you this last chance to close this cursed volume and run! Run home! Go back to your mommy now and be safe, my little snowflake.