The scene opens in the grand dining hall, where the group is still seated at the long, gothic table. The chandelier flickers, casting eerie shadows across the room, and the portraits on the walls seem to be watching the group as they sit in tense silence. Dracula stands at the head of the table, his expression unreadable, but his eyes flicker with hunger as he watches them.
Stacey continues sipping her wine, completely oblivious, while Tammy looks suspiciously at Dracula, her eyes narrowing. Derek nervously fidgets with his Dungeons & Dragons dice, while Morgana gazes around the room with a mix of admiration and dark curiosity.
Tammy (whispering to the group): "Y'all, something's way off with this dude. I don't trust him."
Stacey (cheerfully): "Oh, come on! He's just, like, so fancy and European!"
Derek (nervously): "I mean… he does have a castle. That's pretty cool, right?"
Morgana (smiling darkly): "I don't care if he's evil. This place is perfect."
Dracula senses their unease and decides to address it, his voice smooth but with a barely perceptible edge.
Dracula (with a sly smile): "Please, allow me to put your minds at ease. You are my honored guests, and it is my greatest wish to offer you my hospitality. The night is long, and I can assure you… there is nothing to fear within these walls."
The group exchanges hesitant glances. Tammy looks ready to bolt, but Stacey stands up, flashing her usual bubbly smile.
Stacey (cheerfully): "Well, I think that sounds great! Thanks for having us, Dracula!"
Tammy (grumbling): "I swear, if I get killed in this creepy-ass place…"
Dracula gives them a gracious nod and gestures toward a pair of old wooden doors at the far end of the hall.
Dracula (with a slight bow): "Please, allow my servants to show you to your rooms. Rest well. The night… will be most interesting."
Dracula's servants, pale and expressionless, glide silently into the room and lead the group down a long, dimly-lit corridor. The walls are lined with gothic tapestries and portraits of long-dead aristocrats, their eyes seemingly following the group as they pass.
Narrator (mockingly): "Because nothing says 'good night' like being stared at by dead relatives."
The group is escorted one by one to their rooms:
Stacey is shown to an elaborate, princess-like room with a massive four-poster bed draped in pink lace. She gasps in delight, completely oblivious to the eerie, dark atmosphere.
Stacey (grinning): "Oh my God! It's, like, so cute! I feel like a princess!"
Tammy is led to a smaller, more sinister-looking room, where the walls are lined with old, dusty books and the bed is covered in thick, dark blankets. Tammy eyes the room warily, muttering to herself as she walks in.
Tammy (suspiciously): "Uh-uh, this room looks like it belongs in a horror movie."
Derek is brought to a room that looks like a medieval scholar's study. The walls are lined with shelves full of ancient books, and a massive wooden desk sits near the window. Derek's eyes light up, his nerdy excitement bubbling over.
Derek (excitedly): "This is awesome! I'm definitely sleeping with my dice tonight."
Morgana is taken to a dark, gothic room that looks like it belongs in a vampire romance novel. The bed is draped in black velvet, and a large, ornate mirror hangs on the wall. Morgana smiles to herself, clearly pleased.
Morgana (whispering to herself): "I knew this place would be perfect. Death awaits."
The servants bow and leave the group to settle into their rooms. As the last door closes, the camera zooms in on the dimly lit corridor, where shadows seem to move on their own, creeping closer to the rooms.
Narrator (ominously): "And so, the night begins… and the real fun starts."
Once the group is alone in their rooms, the castle's darker inhabitants begin to emerge from the shadows. Each character is visited by a mix of terrifying and hilarious ghosts, ghouls, and strange apparitions.
Stacey is lying on her princess-like bed, flipping through her phone and taking selfies. As she poses, completely unaware of her surroundings, the lights flicker, and a shadow moves across the room. The camera zooms in on the closet door, which slowly creaks open. A ghostly figure with long, white hair and hollow eyes creeps out, its skeletal fingers reaching toward her.
Ghost (whispering eerily): "I've come for your soul…"
Stacey hears the whisper, but instead of being scared, she looks up and gasps in excitement.
Stacey (grinning): "Oh my God! A costume party! Why didn't you say so?"
The ghost pauses, clearly confused, as Stacey hops out of bed and starts rummaging through her suitcase for an outfit.
Stacey (cheerfully): "I've got just the thing!"
The ghost watches helplessly as Stacey pulls out a glittery costume and starts changing, completely ignoring the fact that she's being haunted. The ghost, frustrated, slinks back into the closet, defeated.
Meanwhile, Tammy is pacing her room, clearly on edge. The wind howls outside her window, and the candles flicker, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. Suddenly, a ghoul emerges from under her bed, its grotesque face twisted into a terrifying grin.
Ghoul (hissing): "You can't escape… You're mine…"
Tammy freezes for a moment, her heart pounding, before her expression hardens. She grabs a bedpost and swings it at the ghoul.
Tammy (angrily): "Not today, motherf, "
The ghoul yelps and ducks, narrowly avoiding the swing. It scrambles back under the bed, terrified of Tammy's wrath. Tammy stands there, victorious, her heart still racing.
Tammy (muttering): "I knew this place was cursed."
Derek is sitting at the massive wooden desk, flipping through an ancient book he found on the shelf. He's muttering to himself about spells and strategies when the candles suddenly go out, plunging the room into darkness.
Derek (nervously): "Uh… hello?"
A shadowy figure emerges from the corner of the room, its glowing red eyes fixed on Derek. It steps forward, its skeletal hand reaching out toward him.
Figure (in a deep, growling voice): "Your soul… is mine…"
Derek, panicking, grabs his D&D dice and throws them at the figure.
Derek (yelling): "I cast Magic Missile!"
The figure stops, confused, as the dice clatter across the floor. After a moment, it sighs and disappears back into the shadows, clearly too annoyed to deal with Derek's nerdiness.
Narrator (mockingly): "Defeated by sheer awkwardness. Well done, Derek."
In Morgana's room, the atmosphere is different. The shadows seem to welcome her, and the mirror on the wall reflects her with an eerie, otherworldly glow. As she stands in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection, a pale ghost appears behind her, its skeletal face hovering just inches from her ear.
Ghost (whispering coldly): "Join me… in death…"
Morgana doesn't flinch. Instead, she smiles, her eyes gleaming.
Morgana (excitedly): "Finally."
The ghost hesitates, clearly not expecting this reaction. As Morgana reaches out to touch the ghost, it panics and vanishes into the shadows.
Morgana's Room (Continued):
As Morgana watches the ghost disappear into the shadows, she frowns, clearly disappointed that her encounter with the supernatural didn't go as she had hoped.
Morgana (sighing): "Ugh, these spirits are so flaky. Come on, death! Don't be a coward."
She turns away from the mirror and climbs into bed, pulling the dark velvet covers over herself, still hoping something terrifying will happen. The wind howls outside, and the candles flicker, casting eerie shadows across the room. Morgana smiles as she whispers to herself.
Morgana (dreamily): "Someday... they'll come for me."
The camera zooms in on the mirror, where a pair of glowing red eyes watch her from the darkness, but Morgana simply closes her eyes, content, and drifts off to sleep.
Narrator (mocking): "Well, that went better than expected."
The camera cuts to the hallway outside their rooms, where the flickering lights and eerie atmosphere intensify. Stacey, Tammy, Derek, and Morgana all emerge from their rooms at different times, each reacting to their strange encounters in their own ways.
Stacey (smiling excitedly): "That was, like, the coolest costume party ever! You guys have got to see these ghost costumes!"
Tammy storms out of her room, looking furious, brandishing the bedpost she used to attack the ghoul.
Tammy (angrily): "Costumes? Girl, I was almost eaten by a demon. Ain't nobody playing dress-up here!"
Derek stumbles out, clutching his bag of dice, his face pale from the encounter with the shadowy figure.
Derek (nervously): "Guys, I swear I just met an actual wraith... and I think I defeated it with my dice. Can we go home now?"
Morgana drifts out of her room last, looking eerily calm, as though nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Morgana (smiling): "The spirits are drawn to me. They're just waiting for the right moment."
Tammy (rolling her eyes): "Girl, you need help."
The group stands together in the hallway, the tension mounting as they realize that the castle is far more dangerous than they first thought. Tammy glances around, clearly on edge, while Stacey is still oblivious, snapping pictures on her phone.
Suddenly, the castle walls creak ominously, and the group freezes as they hear the sound of footsteps coming from down the hall. The camera zooms in on the dark corridor, where something is moving just out of sight, its form barely visible through the shadows.
Narrator (mocking): "Ah yes, the part where they realize they should've never accepted Dracula's hospitality."
Derek clutches his dice even tighter, whispering to himself.
Derek (nervously): "This is it... this is how we die."
Tammy tightens her grip on the bedpost, her eyes darting around the corridor.
Tammy (grumbling): "I knew this was a bad idea. We gotta get outta here."
Morgana, however, steps forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement as the footsteps grow louder.
Morgana (grinning): "They're coming. This is what I've been waiting for."
The footsteps grow louder and louder, and just as the group prepares for the worst, a door at the end of the hallway slowly creaks open. A figure steps out, Dracula, looking calm and collected as ever, though his eyes gleam with amusement.
Dracula (smiling): "Is everything... to your satisfaction?"
The group stares at him in stunned silence, their fear momentarily replaced by confusion. Stacey, of course, is the first to break the silence.
Stacey (cheerfully): "Oh my God, yes! This place is, like, so cool! I love what you did with the costumes!"
Tammy glares at her, muttering under her breath, while Derek takes a step back, his heart still racing.
Derek (whispering): "Is he... is he controlling all of this?"
Morgana, still smiling, steps closer to Dracula, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
Morgana (softly): "You don't have to pretend with me. I understand."
Dracula raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Morgana's fascination with him.
After Dracula's unsettling reassurance, the group reluctantly heads back to their rooms, each of them on edge, except for Stacey, of course, who remains blissfully unaware of the danger. The camera follows them one by one as they reach their respective rooms, the eerie atmosphere of the castle growing more oppressive with every step.
Tammy (grumbling to herself): "I don't trust that Dracula dude. This place is about to turn into some Final Destination type stuff. I can feel it."
Derek (whispering nervously): "Maybe we're just overthinking it. Maybe it's all just… a weird castle vibe."
Morgana (excitedly): "I hope I don't survive the night."
Stacey, who is still admiring the ancient architecture as if it's a vacation destination, remains oblivious.
Stacey (cheerfully): "This place is so pretty! I bet Dracula is, like, super rich."
As they each retreat into their rooms, the camera zooms out, showing the long, dimly lit hallway. The shadows that lurk in the corners of the castle seem to watch them, waiting for the right moment to strike. The eerie creaking of the castle echoes through the halls as the scene transitions into a more sinister tone.
As night deepens, the camera moves to the outside of the castle, where thick fog rolls in, enveloping the ancient structure. The full moon bathes the towers in cold, pale light, while bats flutter overhead. Inside, the castle begins to come to life.
The shadows in the corners stretch and twist, taking on ghastly forms. Ghostly figures emerge from the walls, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. Ghastly whispers echo through the corridors, growing louder as they converge toward the rooms where the group sleeps.
Stacey, completely unbothered by the creeping terror in the castle, is lying in bed scrolling through her phone. As she flips through selfies, a ghostly figure emerges from the shadows, slowly floating toward her. Its hollow eyes lock onto Stacey as it stretches out a skeletal hand.
Ghost (whispering eerily): "Your time has come…"
Just as the ghost is about to grab her, Stacey lets out a squeal of delight, but not because of the ghost.
Stacey (grinning): "Oh my God, look at this filter! It's, like, so spooky!"
The ghost pauses, its bony hand hovering inches from her face. It stares at her, utterly confused as Stacey starts taking selfies, completely ignoring the looming specter. Frustrated, the ghost lets out a defeated sigh and drifts back into the shadows, giving up, again.
"This sucks!"
Narrator (chuckling): "Well, that's one way to deal with a haunting. Just ignore it."
Meanwhile, Tammy is pacing her room, gripping the bedpost she used earlier. The shadows in her room stretch and slither along the walls, creeping toward her as phantom whispers fill the air.
Tammy (annoyed): "I knew I should've stayed home."
Suddenly, the ghoul from under her bed returns, slinking out from the shadows. It grins at her, its yellowed teeth gleaming in the candlelight.
Ghoul (hissing): "You cannot escape me…"
Tammy doesn't hesitate this time. With a loud war cry, she swings the bedpost again, knocking the ghoul across the room. The creature yelps and scrambles back under the bed, disappearing as fast as it appeared.
Tammy (yelling after it): "That's right! Don't mess with me!"
She stands there, victorious, panting slightly as she glances around the room.
Tammy (grumbling): "I don't care how nice this place looks. I am not dying tonight."
In Derek's room, the wind outside howls louder, rattling the windows. Books on the shelves tremble, and the candles flicker violently. Derek huddles on his bed, clutching his dice like a talisman. As the shadowy figure re-emerges from the corner, its glowing eyes fix on him once again.
Shadow Figure (in a deep, eerie voice): "You cannot hide…"
Derek scrambles to grab his dice and shakily rolls them across the floor.
Derek (muttering frantically): "Okay, okay, I'm casting Protection from Evil! Please roll high…"
The dice roll across the floor and land on a natural 20. The shadowy figure pauses, as if somehow affected by Derek's roll. After a moment of silence, the figure lets out a defeated groan and melts back into the shadows.
Narrator (mockingly): "Who knew a lucky roll could save your life?"
Derek lets out a sigh of relief, clutching his dice even tighter as he sits back on the bed, still trembling.
Derek (whispering): "I knew this castle was cursed…"
Finally, in Morgana's room, the atmosphere is still. She lies in bed, her eyes wide open, waiting for the spirits to return. The mirror on the wall flickers, and the ghostly figure from earlier reappears, floating just above her.
Ghost (whispering coldly): "Come with me… into the darkness…"
Instead of being frightened, Morgana smiles, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Morgana (whispering back): "Yes… take me."
The ghost hesitates, clearly unnerved by Morgana's enthusiasm. As she reaches out toward it, the ghost lets out a frustrated sigh and disappears into the mirror again.
Narrator (sighing): "Even the ghosts can't handle this one."
Morgana sighs, disappointed, and rolls over in bed, waiting for the next encounter.
The camera pans to the castle towers, where Dracula stands on a balcony, watching the full moon with a satisfied smirk. The camera zooms in on his glowing red eyes as he mutters to himself.
Dracula (sinisterly): "The night has only just begun…"
The scene ends with a wide shot of the castle, shrouded in mist, as the full moon hangs ominously in the sky.
Narrator (with a chuckle): "And they still think this is just a weekend getaway. Oh, the fun has only just begun…"