You now stand at the rot iron gate,
the stone demon guardians on each side
seem to snarl at you. The night is foggy and cold.
You shiver at the sound of a beast howling
in the background. The iron gate creaks open.
"Come on follow me through the courtyard."
Once within the confines of the stone walls
the iron gate closes with a crashing slam!
A streak of lightning shoots across the night sky.
The thunder roars like an angry god!
"Make haste now. A storm is brewing. Come along."
A horrid deep growl and the tinkling of chains.
"Never mind the beast, quickly though, move along."
Your shoes make a clapping sound against the old cobble stone driveway.
You draw near the Gothic style mansion.
Torches light your way up the steps.
The rain begins to pour down with heavy drops.
"Come on, don't be afraid. You'll catch your death if you stand out in the rain."
You are blood donor number:
