October 9, 2025 • 47 mins
Looking for a terrifying Halloween horror story?
An ancient vampire rises again to feed during Halloween week in Ohio. When Countess Elizabeth Bathory—the infamous Blood Countess—returns from the grave, a night of trick-or-treating turns into a nightmare of blood, immortality, and revenge.
As the town descends into chaos, a teen vampire hunter and a girl from Hell must face the most powerful predator in horror history. Can they stop her before Halloween night ends… or will the Blood Countess bathe again?
This vampire horror story by Rob Fields blends supernatural horror, gothic legend, and pulse-pounding Halloween tension—perfect for fans of scary podcasts, Halloween fiction, and vampire thrillers.
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An ancient vampire rises again to feed during Halloween week in Ohio. When Countess Elizabeth Bathory—the infamous Blood Countess—returns from the grave, a night of trick-or-treating turns into a nightmare of blood, immortality, and revenge.
As the town descends into chaos, a teen vampire hunter and a girl from Hell must face the most powerful predator in horror history. Can they stop her before Halloween night ends… or will the Blood Countess bathe again?
This vampire horror story by Rob Fields blends supernatural horror, gothic legend, and pulse-pounding Halloween tension—perfect for fans of scary podcasts, Halloween fiction, and vampire thrillers.
Halloween Blood Hunt — by Rob Fields
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🎵 Music by Ray Mattis 👉 Check out Ray’s incredible work here !
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🎥 Produced by: Daniel Wilder
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
It's Halloween time in Strickfield, and something ancient is stalking
the streets. A woman long thought dead rises again, her
thirst eternal, her beauty unnatural, and tonight she'll find her prey.
Speaker 2 (00:25):
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at weeklyspooky dot com. Now, as for tonight, what if
Halloween wasn't just a night of candy and costumes, but
a week when something old and hungry woke up to
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join the celebration. Gather close, my spookies, because in Strickfield,
some traditions were never meant to die. Halloween Blood Hunt
by Rob Field's Cameron Delaney threw up her arms in excitement.
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I love Halloween here in Strickfield. She turned to Erika
Palance and I ever since I heard Halloween got voted
into a whole week here. I knew this is where
I wanted to go to college. You always got Halloween
on the brain, Erica muttered. Cameron pointed to her, and
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you still came here to Strickfield. You with me? Not
for the same reason, Erica argued. When Erica turned to me,
her expression had changed for the worst. Are you okay, Liz?
You don't look so good. Did you have some skin
reaction to some new product you bought or something. I
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moved my hand to my face and felt the wrinkles.
Actually know, Erica, I didn't have time to put any on.
I was running late for class. But you know what,
We're near my cottage. I can stop there real quick
and apply some product. You and Cameron can come with me.
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It should only take a few minutes. Cameron and Erica
looked at each other for a moment, then back to me. Okay, sure,
Cameron said, let's go. Eric agreed. We were soon at
my college on Pleasant Valley Road. It was a most
convenient location, being the halfway point between the university and
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Denoyer's grill. Also, there were no nearby neighbors, not with
the old Carnivosh estate directly across the street. I unlocked
the door and invited my friends inside. They were quite
taken in by my dwelling, so much that they were
completely unaware of the locks, silently arming with just a
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touch on my smartphone. After they removed their jackets, they
looked to see I'd only unbuttoned my own jacket, but
not removed It ain't you taking your jacket off? Erica
pointed out, it's nice and warm in here. Hm, I
love how your house smells. Liz Cameron complimented, what scent
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is that? It's called autumn spice. I answered, I've got
two pillar candles lit. Cameron easily found her way to
the bathroom and went in. Erica went in right behind her.
As they inhaled and admired the fragrant aroma. I moved
up behind Erica and made a precise movement across her throat.
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Cameron she suddenly gasped as blood practically sprayed out of
her throat. As I grabbed Erica's hair and forced her
to bend over the edge of the bathtub, Cameron screamed
and tried to escape. I made another precise movement as
the blades sprung out of the wrist of my jacket
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and caught her across her throat. I quickly grabbed her
and bent her over the tub. I held them and
let the tub fill with their rich life essences. After
removing my jacket and the wrist can rations, I inserted
special hoses into the bodies and activated a pump to
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extract the remaining blood. The pump was my invention and
worked most effectively in removing nearly every drop of blood
from recently captured girls, dead or alive. Seeing that the
tub was ready, I moved the bodies and removed my clothes.
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Upon seeing my wrinkled flesh everywhere, I reminded myself that
I needed to stop procrastinating. I had lived far too
long to get sloppy in my centuries of continuing youth.
I stepped into the tub and sat down in the
blood of those girls. After dipping my hands into the hemoglobin,
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I felt the sensations and saw that the wrinkles immediately
faded away. From there, I worked on soaking every inch
of my body, moaning upon feeling the rejuvenation that would
restore my youth and beauty once more. Upon finishing my bath,
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I emptied the tub and stood up to turn on
the shower to cleanse and rinse off. For centuries, I've
roamed the world that believed me dead. Back in sixteen fourteen.
In my former life, I had married at a very
young age and had several children. I lived a life
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of wealth and privilege, much like the mirons whom you
hear so much about here in Strickfield. How did I
come to learn about my special attributes? By accident, you
could say. In sixteen o four and being forty four
years of age, I knew that I was growing old fast.
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During my marriage, my husband had taught me some rather
interesting pleasures. I believed that he had seen something within
me and knew how to bring my desires forth. For instance,
he tortured multiple young girls before me for both of
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us to learn that it gave me sexual pleasure. After
my husband was deceased, I continued on with his teachings.
During one of my torture sessions with some new girls,
one of them broke loose and attacked me. Seizing a razor,
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I subdued her by slicing her multiple times. Some of
her blood had splattered onto me. Upon gazing into the
looking glass afterwards, I saw the miracle The blood had
fully rejuvenated the parts of my flesh that it had soaked,
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most evident on my face and hands. I wasted no
time in bleeding out those girls and taking my first
bath in their blood. Those first feelings of being fully
restored and rejuvenated were indescribable and still are to this day.
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You would need to experience this for yourself to fully understand.
In truth, I have never fully understood where this amazing
gift came from, but I made it a point to
learn every aspect of it. I even bathed once in
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male blood to learn that it did absolutely nothing for me.
The feelings of rejuvenation were nonexistent and would not restore
my youth. Even the blood of middle aged women could
only restore me so far and didn't last as long
as the blood of young girls. I also learned that
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I could drink the blood of young girls that I
claimed for rejuvenation, but this process was much slower. However,
I found it was so much easier to just bathe
than shower cleanse. When fully restored, my age would be
that of my mid twenties. As the world moved on,
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I would adapt and adjust to obtain the blood that
I needed Lately, however, I found myself procrastinating and needed
to discipline myself better. My latest rejuvenation would last only
a full week before I'd begin aging again. I once
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aged too long, to the point where I became elderly,
very quickly.
Speaker 3 (12:04):
Don't go away weakly, spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (12:14):
Back. In sixteen fourteen, I had to fake my death
by using self hypnosis to put my body into a
state of catalepsy, asleep like that of death. Prior to that,
I had been imprisoned when I was caught and tried
for the murders of hundreds of young girls. I couldn't
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tell you how many, since I never kept an accurate
count anyway. Upon my awakening from my self induced trance,
I left my home land of Hungary and began my travels.
I had to conceal myself as an old crone until
I could obtain the young girls needed to restore my
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youth and beauty once more. As far as the world
at that time would understand, Countess Elizabeth Bathory had died
and departed the world. Needless to say, no one would
mourn my loss. Why would they would you mourn my loss?
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Knowing what I had done, and why, of course not
with maintaining my youth, no one learned that I remained living. Remember,
I had been fifty four years of age when I
had supposedly departed this world. I was born in fifteen sixty,
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so that should give you a base for determining how
long I've existed and shall continue to exist. I had
to learn and adapt to this ever changing world as
it moved on. In today's modern world of science and
technologlogy undreamed of back in my era, young girls were
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so much easier to obtain for my rejuvenation. Keep in
mind that I haven't lived in Strickfield, Ohio all these years.
It just happens to be one of the many places
that I knew where I could easily obtain young female blood.
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You see, places of legend are excellent since people tend
to disappear in those regions more often than not. Strickfield
has so many legends and supernatural occurrences that as long
as I didn't become too overconfident and sloppy, I could
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easily obtain my blood and dispose of the bodies with
little to no suspicion towards me. After disposing of Cameron
and Erica. I won't tell you how I decided to
head back out. By my calculations, my most recent bath
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would hold until November first. Obtaining more young female blood
on Halloween night itself wouldn't be a problem whatsoever. I've
told you that in Strickfield people disappear constantly. It still
surprised me that people wanted to venture to this region
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of shadows or even reside here. Through my centuries, I
had learned of areas that had supposed legends. When you
have immortality, you've got plenty of time to explore said legends.
Even one such as I needed entertainment from time to time.
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The first night of Halloween week began. Normally, the custom
of trick or tche treating was just for one night. However,
Strickfield had become so devoted to Halloween that the village
eventually extended begging for treats into a two night event
to include the thirtieth Within the last couple of years,
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Halloween had become so much a part of Strickfield's culture
that it was voted into a whole week for trick
or treating. In addition, there was no school on both
Halloween night and November one. The point here was that
with the Halloween celebration encompassing the last full week of October,
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there was even more potential for gaining my next rejuvenation bath.
And before you ask, I can't just take whom I
choose and store them for later use. When I claimed
those two girls earlier, I had to use their blood immediately.
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Waiting too long makes the blood lose its freshness, eventually
rendering it most unsuitable for rejuvenation. I could go one
day at best, but no more. With a full week
of tricker treating here it would be most easy to
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claim my victims and cover my tracks. I simply targeted
lone girls or those traveling in twos and followed them discreetly.
Once they were isolated, then I would seize them. There
was no age limit or discrimination for tricker treating here
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in Strickfield, giving me so many more choices. However, I
would restrain myself and wait for the last night as
I was feeling the desire to hunt again. Halloween knight
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had finally come and I was most eager to hunt.
I had already targeted two potential girls for my next bath.
I studied their patterns and what neighborhoods they lived in
or would frequent. Tonight, for the first time, the little
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girl that I had been tracking was alone. During the week,
she had a friend with her. I would have liked
to gain both of them, but the lone little girl
would suffice. Also, I could always take a few more
girls to increase the quantity for the tub. Upon rejuvenating,
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I would leave Strickfield and move on. Of course, I
would make make my yearly return next October. The little
girl I was hunting was short and thin, with dark
hair going down to her shoulders. She also wore glasses.
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The other girl she had been with was a head
taller and had long blonde hair secured into pigtails that
somehow hung out past her shoulders without touching them. She
had been dressed Gothic, while the little girl herself was
dressed as something of a Robin Hood figure, but with
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no bow. She also wore a common backpack instead of
a quiver. When the little girl turned and walked down
Pleasant Valley Road, she was practically coming right into my
waiting hands. Soon the little girl would be passing my cottage.
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To act fast.
Speaker 3 (20:03):
Did you hear that? Better check the locks on your
doors weekly, spooky, We'll be right back.
Speaker 1 (20:11):
As the little girl started to pass the cottage, I
smiled at knowing that she had glanced uneasily at the
Carnivoche estate across the street. In fact, many tricker treats
crossed the street and walked on the side of my cottage. Yes,
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the Carnavoche's state would work to my advantage. Also, the
little girl would be completely isolated. At the time when
I had faked my death and escaped the inquisitors, I
was no stronger than any other person. Through the centuries,
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I came to gain other powers. Aside from bathing in
the blood of young girls to remain young, I have
gained incredible strength and agility. I had studied vampires and
often wondered if perhaps I was a variation of one.
As the little girl was passing my gate, I moved
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up behind her, fast and struck. I would easily place
my hand over her mouth and snatch her up. I
quickly kicked the gate open and moved her to the
back yard. I was still holding on to her as
I moved behind a big tree for cover. Peeking out,
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I didn't see anyone. Had anyone seen me? I would
have known about it already. Let's get you inside, show wee,
I told my captured prey. The little girl struggled to
break free the entire time. Upon reaching the back door,
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I opened it and brought her inside. After putting the
little girl down and closing the door, she did something
most unexpectedly in turning around quickly to face me. Suddenly
she came at me most unexpected indeed, especially when she
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stopped just before me to spring up on one foot
and kick me hard under my chin with the other.
I cried out and fell back against the door. Before
I could defend myself, the little girl did a spinning
kick and caught me in my breast area, sending me
crashing through the door and tumbling over and off the
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back porch. The little girl made one mistake, however, She
should have stayed on me. I got back to my
feet to see her standing on the steps. She should
have run away when she had the opportunity very well.
If she was looking for a fight, then I would
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gladly oblige. The little girl sprang from the porch and
came at me again. As she reached me, she flew
up with the intention of kicking me again. I showed
her that I was capable of fighting too, by seizing
her ankle and thigh in order to effortlessly fling her
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away from me. She landed on the grass a short
distance away, uninjured. She returned to her feet, seeing the
look on her face showed that she wasn't expecting one
such as I. Of course, she couldn't see my own smile.
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After the first hundred years, I gained the vampire's vision
and could see in the dark. I knew that I
needed to some day look into my bloodline to determine
where exactly my gifts came from. The little girl surprised
me yet again. She moved her hand up to her
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glasses and pressed on her frame. There her lenses now
took on a greenish tone. Even though I was from
the mid fifteen hundreds, my mind and my ways did
not remain solely there. Clearly the little girl was utilizing
night vision. Indeed, I was facing a worthy adversary. There
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was no chance that I could allow her to run free.
Not now. The little girl gasped when she saw my
determination and fled. I would easily give chase. It was
clear that she could not evade me. On foot. She
showed she had agility by leaping over the wooden fence. Yes,
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the little the girl possessed some training. I did not believe, however,
that she intended to come for me. I was always
too careful in covering my tracks. No, I just so
happened to pick an opposing hunter. In spite of the
little Girl's best efforts to evade me, I would soon
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lay hold of her again and force her upon her back.
Most interesting that you would fight me in such fashion,
I complimented her. But you shall not live after this,
how louen knight. I moved to lift her and return home.
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As she came up off her back, she took hold
of my wrist and ha ah, Now I was flat
on my back. The little girl was wearing what I
thought were long sleeved gloves. Upon grabbing me, she somehow
discharged much electricity into my own body. Not since one
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of my last legendary sexual encounters had I screamed so loudly.
I didn't know how long. I was dazed and confused,
but I could track her and resume the hunt. Not
only would the little girl be part of my Halloween revitalization,
I would likely retain her body and portion it out
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for food. A most worthy adversary. Indeed, I gained enhanced senses,
ranging from my own night vision to being able to
smell and hear my prey. As I stated, I came
to grow more and more powerful with age, much like
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what I would call my vampire cousins. It wasn't long
before I found the little girl again. This time I
caught her running through Gunter Square, a park in the
downtown area of the village. I discreetly followed her, as
not to gain the attention of the other trick or treaters.
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The little girl would run, but I both had her
scent and could easily see where she ran to. She
was using cunning since she was not so swift on
her feet. In time, I closed the gap more and
more between us and flew out from some nearby bushes
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to lay hold of her again. This time, the little
girl would not be able to utilize her electrical gloves again.
After knocking her upon her back, I quickly relieved her
of said gloves. Now, little girl, you are mine, I said,
feeling the thrill of both the hunt and the final capture.
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Get off me, the little girl yelled, in a squeaky voice.
Speaker 3 (28:08):
You're not safe yet weakly spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (28:16):
I would again underestimate her. When she moved her hand
to one of the temples of her glasses and pressed it,
I felt a sudden sting on my neck and knew
I had taken some form of dart from those glasses. Seriously,
who was this little girl? The dart made me feel
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tired very quickly, allowing the little girl to easily remove
me from her body. She sprang to her feet again
and ran off. Whatever was in that dart would not
last long with me. Healing was another power I gained
through my years of immortality. Ultimately, however, anyone whom I've
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ever hunted has fallen before me. You don't get to
be a prolific killer from becoming careless. I resumed the
hunt again. I couldn't believe how excited I became over
just one little girl. I believe that I had become
a bit bored during my immortality, but she gave me
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such a renewed sense of pleasure outside of an occasional
sexual encounter. My husband from back in the day taught
me so very much. Not only did he teach me
about exotic pleasures. He also taught me how to hunt
and to enjoy it immensely. Interestingly enough, I never once
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heard the little girl call out for help. In fact,
I could smell that I was near her again when
she flew from the bushes she was hiding in and
succeeded in connecting with the flying kick that she had
missed earlier. Back at my cottage again, she stunned me.
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As I was getting back to my feet. Her little
foot connected with my face and sent me on to
my back again. Her spinning kick was quite well practiced.
The little girl remained there and kept me subdued for
some minutes. However, she showed slight inexperience when I stopped
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her fist and dropped her onto her back with one
of my own. The little girl refused to remain the
prey and returned to her feet. She could still see
me with her night vision glasses. Good. I wanted her
to see how excited I had become all thanks to her.
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The two of us displayed our fighting skills against one another. Again.
The little girl was quite practiced in whatever fighting arts
she was taught. It seemed that she had trained in many,
many different ones. However, the little girl would still prove
inexperienced compared to one such as I. Through my years
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of immortality, I had learned many fighting techniques you needed
to in order to be able to have lived for
as long as I have. With a few swift punches,
I had the little girl staggering. I made her fall
with a swift, spinning kick of my own. She remained
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on her back, showing me that she was stunned herself. However,
the little girl would prove she was still not finished
yet when she raised her arm and caught me right
in the heart with a a wooden steak. As I
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fell to my knees, I felt both the pain and
the excitement. Truly I had found my greatest adversary in
this little girl. For a time I wondered if this
would truly be my end. Stakes would prove deadly against
my vampire cousins. In the case of the younger ones,
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all it would take would be a well placed stake
through the heart that alone can end them. Elder vampires
or masters would also require decapitation. I bled profusely. But
what kept me alive? Perhaps it was sheer will, Maybe
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it was because I wasn't entirely like my vampire cousins.
It could even have been possible that I truly wanted
to see the outcome to the contest between myself and
the little girl. I truly desired her more than anything else.
Now her blood and her meat would truly be worth
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savoring in my rejuvenation and in sustenance. Just die, the
little girl yelled, as she had come within a hair's
breath of decapitating me. Truly, the little girl belonged to
my world. She just kept raising my excitement in hunting
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and finally capturing her. When the little girl missed me,
she left herself wide open. All it would take for
me to finally render her unconscious was a judo blow
to the back of the neck. She cried out and
fell on to her chest. Even though I felt the
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pain of the stake still in my own chest, the
excitement of finally gaining the little girl drove back the pain.
You've made me quite dirty this night, I murmured, I
do believe that a bath is called for, don't you think?
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Then I easily lifted the little girl from the ground
and on to my shoulder. From there I brought my
captured prey back to the cottage.
Speaker 3 (34:33):
More scarce to come weekly, Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (34:41):
The little girl finally opened her eyes and discovered that
she had been secured with ropes and bungee cords. When
it came to the latter. I learned of those techniques
from another prolific killer that I came to admire and respect,
in the Angel Death, also known as Rage and Devereux.
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Her name was legend in the United States, especially here
in Strickfield. Even though I learned many techniques for hunting, killing,
and fighting, there was always room to learn more and more.
The little girl's eyes were wide open when she saw
me enjoying a most pleasuring bath. I was beginning to
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wonder if you would ever awaken Aileen Donnery, I said softly.
I could see the anger upon her face as she
struggled to break free, never mind that I was completely
soaked head to foot with blood. I know you should
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be a part of this rejuvenating bath, mortal, I told her,
Not only did you give me the most wonderful night
of hunting and on Halloween at that, for the first
time ever, I truly did not wish to kill someone
that I was hunting truly, you have gained my utmost
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respect this night. You are the first since my long
deceased husband. Believe me, I tried so hard to end you.
I couldn't even bleed you just a little to fill
my tub. I made sure Aileen saw my naked chest
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because of you, I require a great deal more blood
to undo your most violent attack on me. I raised
my hand in front of me. You needn't worry. I'm
not even the least bit angry with you. I know
I should be, but I'm still much too excited over you.
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for tonight.
I mean that sincerely. Then Aileen screamed through her gag. Oh,
I was wondering when you'd finally see all the bodies
that I had to drain. I said, you see, I
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didn't have much time to dispose of them after bleeding
them for my bath, not after you stalked me and
made me bleed quite fiercely. Aileen roared through her gag
and thrashed. The more she fought to break loose. The
more I pondered her situation and finally came to a decision.
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One moment I must rinse first, knowing that I was
fully rejuvenated. I drained the tub and stood up. Then
I turned on the water and took a normal shower.
Once I was thoroughly clean, I turned off the water
and grabbed a large towel. After wrapping it around myself,
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I got out and went to a leen. All right,
I'll remove the gag, I said, you still can't escape
in any case. After I removed the gag, Aileen looked
menacingly at me. You're a a monster. I smiled a
little once. I would have tortured you before killing you
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and bathing in your blood. Over the many centuries, I've
become more understanding of things, I sighed, I understand why
you'd think that way of me. However, I would hope
that you would understand my situation here. What you just
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witnessed is how I remain young and beautiful. You're still
a monster, the little girl squeaked. I sighed, there's no
point in arguing with you, Aileen. Oh, I did go
through your wallet and discovered your identity through both your
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state issued and your high school ideas. Just kill me already,
Aileen quipped. I laughed. I couldn't possibly kill you now,
even though I know I should, as I was trying
to explain. You've won my deepest respect. No, I'll take
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you with me. I'll care for you as my new companion.
It does get a bit lonely living my life. I
must admit you would change that. I'm so sorry. But
Aileen there already has a companion, this voice called out.
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I turned to see her friend with the unnatural pigtails,
dressed in a gothic costume. How did you find us,
I demanded, mortal technology, she answered, we're both using tracking
apps on our phones. Then she looked at me with admiration. Wow,
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you really are her. You are Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess.
Your name is most legendary, more so in hell than
here in the mortal realm. She raised her fists. But
I don't care who you are right now. You took
my friend there and those other mortals. That means you're
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getting your ass handed to you. I narrowed my eyes.
I'm impressed that you know me, but that won't The
sudden and surprising fireball from her mouth hit me square
in the chest, causing me to land on my back.
Soon this demonic cheerleader stood over me. I'll send father
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my regards. Once you're on your way to Hell, she said,
and then I blacked out. A few weeks later, I
discreetly found those girls to be clear. I again used
self hypnosis to escape my fate. Those girls thought me
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to be dead, but I escaped from the Strickfield General Hospital, Morgue.
After I came out of my trance, I determined that
I would leave Strickfield only upon learning who the demonic
girl was. I would discover that she was Lucibella Tabon,
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the elder Princess of Hell and the daughter of Satan
and Bella Tabon. Strickfield is a place of legend. Indeed,
as it turned out, a Leen and Lusabella were out
on Halloween hunting for a gang of vampires. In fact,
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that was where I discovered them. At the nest those
girls had just cleansed. Most unfortunate that our paths crossed. However,
I wouldn't seek to challenge Lusabella Tabon this day. A
Leen Donnerly had truly won my respect, so I would
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leave them be for the time being. Halloween was over,
so I would take my leave of Strickfield until next October,
unless circumstances deemed that I should return sooner. But make
no mistake, a Leen Donnerly, our paths will most certainly
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cross again. They must. I was already looking forward to
our next hunt, but I would grant Aileen until next
Halloween and return for her. Then, I felt that I
owed her a generous extension of her life for winning
my respect. As for the elder Princess of Hell herself,
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I intended to repay her for striking me down. I
vowed that in a year's time I would be ready
to do battle with her as well. Elizabeth Bathory was
a real person, Aileen suddenly asked, So they were discussing
me indeed, Lusabella confirmed, in fact, I don't know why
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she spared your life. She has a reputation for being
quite merciless, yet she had you dead to rights. I'd
have come for you sooner, but that vampire gang jumped
me in Gunter's square. She looked at the remains of
the nest. That'll teach those bastards. What all do you
know about Bathory, Aileen asked her friend. Let's discuss it
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on the way to Denoyer's grill. Lusabella answered, I've worked
up quite an appetite clearing out this nest. And while
the elder Princess of Hell would explain to Aileen Donnerly
all about me, I would take my leave of Strickfield
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until next October, and that my Spooky's is our Halloween
tale for tonight. But don't go too far, because tomorrow
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the terror that made it a slasher legend. And on
Saturday we head back to Strickfield for one fateful Halloween.
You will not want to miss it. And on Monday,
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thirst eternal, her beauty unnatural, and tonight she'll find her prey.
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Halloween wasn't just a night of candy and costumes, but
a week when something old and hungry woke up to
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join the celebration. Gather close, my spookies, because in Strickfield,
some traditions were never meant to die. Halloween Blood Hunt
by Rob Field's Cameron Delaney threw up her arms in excitement.
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I love Halloween here in Strickfield. She turned to Erika
Palance and I ever since I heard Halloween got voted
into a whole week here. I knew this is where
I wanted to go to college. You always got Halloween
on the brain, Erica muttered. Cameron pointed to her, and
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you still came here to Strickfield. You with me? Not
for the same reason, Erica argued. When Erica turned to me,
her expression had changed for the worst. Are you okay, Liz?
You don't look so good. Did you have some skin
reaction to some new product you bought or something. I
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moved my hand to my face and felt the wrinkles.
Actually know, Erica, I didn't have time to put any on.
I was running late for class. But you know what,
We're near my cottage. I can stop there real quick
and apply some product. You and Cameron can come with me.
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It should only take a few minutes. Cameron and Erica
looked at each other for a moment, then back to me. Okay, sure,
Cameron said, let's go. Eric agreed. We were soon at
my college on Pleasant Valley Road. It was a most
convenient location, being the halfway point between the university and
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Denoyer's grill. Also, there were no nearby neighbors, not with
the old Carnivosh estate directly across the street. I unlocked
the door and invited my friends inside. They were quite
taken in by my dwelling, so much that they were
completely unaware of the locks, silently arming with just a
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touch on my smartphone. After they removed their jackets, they
looked to see I'd only unbuttoned my own jacket, but
not removed It ain't you taking your jacket off? Erica
pointed out, it's nice and warm in here. Hm, I
love how your house smells. Liz Cameron complimented, what scent
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is that? It's called autumn spice. I answered, I've got
two pillar candles lit. Cameron easily found her way to
the bathroom and went in. Erica went in right behind her.
As they inhaled and admired the fragrant aroma. I moved
up behind Erica and made a precise movement across her throat.
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Cameron she suddenly gasped as blood practically sprayed out of
her throat. As I grabbed Erica's hair and forced her
to bend over the edge of the bathtub, Cameron screamed
and tried to escape. I made another precise movement as
the blades sprung out of the wrist of my jacket
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and caught her across her throat. I quickly grabbed her
and bent her over the tub. I held them and
let the tub fill with their rich life essences. After
removing my jacket and the wrist can rations, I inserted
special hoses into the bodies and activated a pump to
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extract the remaining blood. The pump was my invention and
worked most effectively in removing nearly every drop of blood
from recently captured girls, dead or alive. Seeing that the
tub was ready, I moved the bodies and removed my clothes.
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Upon seeing my wrinkled flesh everywhere, I reminded myself that
I needed to stop procrastinating. I had lived far too
long to get sloppy in my centuries of continuing youth.
I stepped into the tub and sat down in the
blood of those girls. After dipping my hands into the hemoglobin,
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I felt the sensations and saw that the wrinkles immediately
faded away. From there, I worked on soaking every inch
of my body, moaning upon feeling the rejuvenation that would
restore my youth and beauty once more. Upon finishing my bath,
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I emptied the tub and stood up to turn on
the shower to cleanse and rinse off. For centuries, I've
roamed the world that believed me dead. Back in sixteen fourteen.
In my former life, I had married at a very
young age and had several children. I lived a life
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of wealth and privilege, much like the mirons whom you
hear so much about here in Strickfield. How did I
come to learn about my special attributes? By accident, you
could say. In sixteen o four and being forty four
years of age, I knew that I was growing old fast.
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During my marriage, my husband had taught me some rather
interesting pleasures. I believed that he had seen something within
me and knew how to bring my desires forth. For instance,
he tortured multiple young girls before me for both of
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us to learn that it gave me sexual pleasure. After
my husband was deceased, I continued on with his teachings.
During one of my torture sessions with some new girls,
one of them broke loose and attacked me. Seizing a razor,
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I subdued her by slicing her multiple times. Some of
her blood had splattered onto me. Upon gazing into the
looking glass afterwards, I saw the miracle The blood had
fully rejuvenated the parts of my flesh that it had soaked,
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most evident on my face and hands. I wasted no
time in bleeding out those girls and taking my first
bath in their blood. Those first feelings of being fully
restored and rejuvenated were indescribable and still are to this day.
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You would need to experience this for yourself to fully understand.
In truth, I have never fully understood where this amazing
gift came from, but I made it a point to
learn every aspect of it. I even bathed once in
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male blood to learn that it did absolutely nothing for me.
The feelings of rejuvenation were nonexistent and would not restore
my youth. Even the blood of middle aged women could
only restore me so far and didn't last as long
as the blood of young girls. I also learned that
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I could drink the blood of young girls that I
claimed for rejuvenation, but this process was much slower. However,
I found it was so much easier to just bathe
than shower cleanse. When fully restored, my age would be
that of my mid twenties. As the world moved on,
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I would adapt and adjust to obtain the blood that
I needed Lately, however, I found myself procrastinating and needed
to discipline myself better. My latest rejuvenation would last only
a full week before I'd begin aging again. I once
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aged too long, to the point where I became elderly,
very quickly.
Speaker 3 (12:04):
Don't go away weakly, spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (12:14):
Back. In sixteen fourteen, I had to fake my death
by using self hypnosis to put my body into a
state of catalepsy, asleep like that of death. Prior to that,
I had been imprisoned when I was caught and tried
for the murders of hundreds of young girls. I couldn't
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tell you how many, since I never kept an accurate
count anyway. Upon my awakening from my self induced trance,
I left my home land of Hungary and began my travels.
I had to conceal myself as an old crone until
I could obtain the young girls needed to restore my
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youth and beauty once more. As far as the world
at that time would understand, Countess Elizabeth Bathory had died
and departed the world. Needless to say, no one would
mourn my loss. Why would they would you mourn my loss?
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Knowing what I had done, and why, of course not
with maintaining my youth, no one learned that I remained living. Remember,
I had been fifty four years of age when I
had supposedly departed this world. I was born in fifteen sixty,
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so that should give you a base for determining how
long I've existed and shall continue to exist. I had
to learn and adapt to this ever changing world as
it moved on. In today's modern world of science and
technologlogy undreamed of back in my era, young girls were
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so much easier to obtain for my rejuvenation. Keep in
mind that I haven't lived in Strickfield, Ohio all these years.
It just happens to be one of the many places
that I knew where I could easily obtain young female blood.
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You see, places of legend are excellent since people tend
to disappear in those regions more often than not. Strickfield
has so many legends and supernatural occurrences that as long
as I didn't become too overconfident and sloppy, I could
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easily obtain my blood and dispose of the bodies with
little to no suspicion towards me. After disposing of Cameron
and Erica. I won't tell you how I decided to
head back out. By my calculations, my most recent bath
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would hold until November first. Obtaining more young female blood
on Halloween night itself wouldn't be a problem whatsoever. I've
told you that in Strickfield people disappear constantly. It still
surprised me that people wanted to venture to this region
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of shadows or even reside here. Through my centuries, I
had learned of areas that had supposed legends. When you
have immortality, you've got plenty of time to explore said legends.
Even one such as I needed entertainment from time to time.
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The first night of Halloween week began. Normally, the custom
of trick or tche treating was just for one night. However,
Strickfield had become so devoted to Halloween that the village
eventually extended begging for treats into a two night event
to include the thirtieth Within the last couple of years,
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Halloween had become so much a part of Strickfield's culture
that it was voted into a whole week for trick
or treating. In addition, there was no school on both
Halloween night and November one. The point here was that
with the Halloween celebration encompassing the last full week of October,
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there was even more potential for gaining my next rejuvenation bath.
And before you ask, I can't just take whom I
choose and store them for later use. When I claimed
those two girls earlier, I had to use their blood immediately.
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Waiting too long makes the blood lose its freshness, eventually
rendering it most unsuitable for rejuvenation. I could go one
day at best, but no more. With a full week
of tricker treating here it would be most easy to
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claim my victims and cover my tracks. I simply targeted
lone girls or those traveling in twos and followed them discreetly.
Once they were isolated, then I would seize them. There
was no age limit or discrimination for tricker treating here
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in Strickfield, giving me so many more choices. However, I
would restrain myself and wait for the last night as
I was feeling the desire to hunt again. Halloween knight
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had finally come and I was most eager to hunt.
I had already targeted two potential girls for my next bath.
I studied their patterns and what neighborhoods they lived in
or would frequent. Tonight, for the first time, the little
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girl that I had been tracking was alone. During the week,
she had a friend with her. I would have liked
to gain both of them, but the lone little girl
would suffice. Also, I could always take a few more
girls to increase the quantity for the tub. Upon rejuvenating,
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I would leave Strickfield and move on. Of course, I
would make make my yearly return next October. The little
girl I was hunting was short and thin, with dark
hair going down to her shoulders. She also wore glasses.
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The other girl she had been with was a head
taller and had long blonde hair secured into pigtails that
somehow hung out past her shoulders without touching them. She
had been dressed Gothic, while the little girl herself was
dressed as something of a Robin Hood figure, but with
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no bow. She also wore a common backpack instead of
a quiver. When the little girl turned and walked down
Pleasant Valley Road, she was practically coming right into my
waiting hands. Soon the little girl would be passing my cottage.
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To act fast.
Speaker 3 (20:03):
Did you hear that? Better check the locks on your
doors weekly, spooky, We'll be right back.
Speaker 1 (20:11):
As the little girl started to pass the cottage, I
smiled at knowing that she had glanced uneasily at the
Carnivoche estate across the street. In fact, many tricker treats
crossed the street and walked on the side of my cottage. Yes,
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the Carnavoche's state would work to my advantage. Also, the
little girl would be completely isolated. At the time when
I had faked my death and escaped the inquisitors, I
was no stronger than any other person. Through the centuries,
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I came to gain other powers. Aside from bathing in
the blood of young girls to remain young, I have
gained incredible strength and agility. I had studied vampires and
often wondered if perhaps I was a variation of one.
As the little girl was passing my gate, I moved
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up behind her, fast and struck. I would easily place
my hand over her mouth and snatch her up. I
quickly kicked the gate open and moved her to the
back yard. I was still holding on to her as
I moved behind a big tree for cover. Peeking out,
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I didn't see anyone. Had anyone seen me? I would
have known about it already. Let's get you inside, show wee,
I told my captured prey. The little girl struggled to
break free the entire time. Upon reaching the back door,
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I opened it and brought her inside. After putting the
little girl down and closing the door, she did something
most unexpectedly in turning around quickly to face me. Suddenly
she came at me most unexpected indeed, especially when she
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stopped just before me to spring up on one foot
and kick me hard under my chin with the other.
I cried out and fell back against the door. Before
I could defend myself, the little girl did a spinning
kick and caught me in my breast area, sending me
crashing through the door and tumbling over and off the
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back porch. The little girl made one mistake, however, She
should have stayed on me. I got back to my
feet to see her standing on the steps. She should
have run away when she had the opportunity very well.
If she was looking for a fight, then I would
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gladly oblige. The little girl sprang from the porch and
came at me again. As she reached me, she flew
up with the intention of kicking me again. I showed
her that I was capable of fighting too, by seizing
her ankle and thigh in order to effortlessly fling her
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away from me. She landed on the grass a short
distance away, uninjured. She returned to her feet, seeing the
look on her face showed that she wasn't expecting one
such as I. Of course, she couldn't see my own smile.
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After the first hundred years, I gained the vampire's vision
and could see in the dark. I knew that I
needed to some day look into my bloodline to determine
where exactly my gifts came from. The little girl surprised
me yet again. She moved her hand up to her
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glasses and pressed on her frame. There her lenses now
took on a greenish tone. Even though I was from
the mid fifteen hundreds, my mind and my ways did
not remain solely there. Clearly the little girl was utilizing
night vision. Indeed, I was facing a worthy adversary. There
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was no chance that I could allow her to run free.
Not now. The little girl gasped when she saw my
determination and fled. I would easily give chase. It was
clear that she could not evade me. On foot. She
showed she had agility by leaping over the wooden fence. Yes,
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the little the girl possessed some training. I did not believe, however,
that she intended to come for me. I was always
too careful in covering my tracks. No, I just so
happened to pick an opposing hunter. In spite of the
little Girl's best efforts to evade me, I would soon
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lay hold of her again and force her upon her back.
Most interesting that you would fight me in such fashion,
I complimented her. But you shall not live after this,
how louen knight. I moved to lift her and return home.
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As she came up off her back, she took hold
of my wrist and ha ah, Now I was flat
on my back. The little girl was wearing what I
thought were long sleeved gloves. Upon grabbing me, she somehow
discharged much electricity into my own body. Not since one
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of my last legendary sexual encounters had I screamed so loudly.
I didn't know how long. I was dazed and confused,
but I could track her and resume the hunt. Not
only would the little girl be part of my Halloween revitalization,
I would likely retain her body and portion it out
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for food. A most worthy adversary. Indeed, I gained enhanced senses,
ranging from my own night vision to being able to
smell and hear my prey. As I stated, I came
to grow more and more powerful with age, much like
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what I would call my vampire cousins. It wasn't long
before I found the little girl again. This time I
caught her running through Gunter Square, a park in the
downtown area of the village. I discreetly followed her, as
not to gain the attention of the other trick or treaters.
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The little girl would run, but I both had her
scent and could easily see where she ran to. She
was using cunning since she was not so swift on
her feet. In time, I closed the gap more and
more between us and flew out from some nearby bushes
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to lay hold of her again. This time, the little
girl would not be able to utilize her electrical gloves again.
After knocking her upon her back, I quickly relieved her
of said gloves. Now, little girl, you are mine, I said,
feeling the thrill of both the hunt and the final capture.
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Get off me, the little girl yelled, in a squeaky voice.
Speaker 3 (28:08):
You're not safe yet weakly spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (28:16):
I would again underestimate her. When she moved her hand
to one of the temples of her glasses and pressed it,
I felt a sudden sting on my neck and knew
I had taken some form of dart from those glasses. Seriously,
who was this little girl? The dart made me feel
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tired very quickly, allowing the little girl to easily remove
me from her body. She sprang to her feet again
and ran off. Whatever was in that dart would not
last long with me. Healing was another power I gained
through my years of immortality. Ultimately, however, anyone whom I've
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ever hunted has fallen before me. You don't get to
be a prolific killer from becoming careless. I resumed the
hunt again. I couldn't believe how excited I became over
just one little girl. I believe that I had become
a bit bored during my immortality, but she gave me
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such a renewed sense of pleasure outside of an occasional
sexual encounter. My husband from back in the day taught
me so very much. Not only did he teach me
about exotic pleasures. He also taught me how to hunt
and to enjoy it immensely. Interestingly enough, I never once
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heard the little girl call out for help. In fact,
I could smell that I was near her again when
she flew from the bushes she was hiding in and
succeeded in connecting with the flying kick that she had
missed earlier. Back at my cottage again, she stunned me.
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As I was getting back to my feet. Her little
foot connected with my face and sent me on to
my back again. Her spinning kick was quite well practiced.
The little girl remained there and kept me subdued for
some minutes. However, she showed slight inexperience when I stopped
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her fist and dropped her onto her back with one
of my own. The little girl refused to remain the
prey and returned to her feet. She could still see
me with her night vision glasses. Good. I wanted her
to see how excited I had become all thanks to her.
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The two of us displayed our fighting skills against one another. Again.
The little girl was quite practiced in whatever fighting arts
she was taught. It seemed that she had trained in many,
many different ones. However, the little girl would still prove
inexperienced compared to one such as I. Through my years
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of immortality, I had learned many fighting techniques you needed
to in order to be able to have lived for
as long as I have. With a few swift punches,
I had the little girl staggering. I made her fall
with a swift, spinning kick of my own. She remained
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on her back, showing me that she was stunned herself. However,
the little girl would prove she was still not finished
yet when she raised her arm and caught me right
in the heart with a a wooden steak. As I
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fell to my knees, I felt both the pain and
the excitement. Truly I had found my greatest adversary in
this little girl. For a time I wondered if this
would truly be my end. Stakes would prove deadly against
my vampire cousins. In the case of the younger ones,
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all it would take would be a well placed stake
through the heart that alone can end them. Elder vampires
or masters would also require decapitation. I bled profusely. But
what kept me alive? Perhaps it was sheer will, Maybe
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it was because I wasn't entirely like my vampire cousins.
It could even have been possible that I truly wanted
to see the outcome to the contest between myself and
the little girl. I truly desired her more than anything else.
Now her blood and her meat would truly be worth
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savoring in my rejuvenation and in sustenance. Just die, the
little girl yelled, as she had come within a hair's
breath of decapitating me. Truly, the little girl belonged to
my world. She just kept raising my excitement in hunting
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and finally capturing her. When the little girl missed me,
she left herself wide open. All it would take for
me to finally render her unconscious was a judo blow
to the back of the neck. She cried out and
fell on to her chest. Even though I felt the
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pain of the stake still in my own chest, the
excitement of finally gaining the little girl drove back the pain.
You've made me quite dirty this night, I murmured, I
do believe that a bath is called for, don't you think?
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Then I easily lifted the little girl from the ground
and on to my shoulder. From there I brought my
captured prey back to the cottage.
Speaker 3 (34:33):
More scarce to come weekly, Spooky will be right back.
Speaker 1 (34:41):
The little girl finally opened her eyes and discovered that
she had been secured with ropes and bungee cords. When
it came to the latter. I learned of those techniques
from another prolific killer that I came to admire and respect,
in the Angel Death, also known as Rage and Devereux.
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Her name was legend in the United States, especially here
in Strickfield. Even though I learned many techniques for hunting, killing,
and fighting, there was always room to learn more and more.
The little girl's eyes were wide open when she saw
me enjoying a most pleasuring bath. I was beginning to
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wonder if you would ever awaken Aileen Donnery, I said softly.
I could see the anger upon her face as she
struggled to break free, never mind that I was completely
soaked head to foot with blood. I know you should
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be a part of this rejuvenating bath, mortal, I told her,
Not only did you give me the most wonderful night
of hunting and on Halloween at that, for the first
time ever, I truly did not wish to kill someone
that I was hunting truly, you have gained my utmost
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respect this night. You are the first since my long
deceased husband. Believe me, I tried so hard to end you.
I couldn't even bleed you just a little to fill
my tub. I made sure Aileen saw my naked chest
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because of you, I require a great deal more blood
to undo your most violent attack on me. I raised
my hand in front of me. You needn't worry. I'm
not even the least bit angry with you. I know
I should be, but I'm still much too excited over you.
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for tonight.
I mean that sincerely. Then Aileen screamed through her gag. Oh,
I was wondering when you'd finally see all the bodies
that I had to drain. I said, you see, I
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didn't have much time to dispose of them after bleeding
them for my bath, not after you stalked me and
made me bleed quite fiercely. Aileen roared through her gag
and thrashed. The more she fought to break loose. The
more I pondered her situation and finally came to a decision.
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One moment I must rinse first, knowing that I was
fully rejuvenated. I drained the tub and stood up. Then
I turned on the water and took a normal shower.
Once I was thoroughly clean, I turned off the water
and grabbed a large towel. After wrapping it around myself,
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I got out and went to a leen. All right,
I'll remove the gag, I said, you still can't escape
in any case. After I removed the gag, Aileen looked
menacingly at me. You're a a monster. I smiled a
little once. I would have tortured you before killing you
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and bathing in your blood. Over the many centuries, I've
become more understanding of things, I sighed, I understand why
you'd think that way of me. However, I would hope
that you would understand my situation here. What you just
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witnessed is how I remain young and beautiful. You're still
a monster, the little girl squeaked. I sighed, there's no
point in arguing with you, Aileen. Oh, I did go
through your wallet and discovered your identity through both your
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state issued and your high school ideas. Just kill me already,
Aileen quipped. I laughed. I couldn't possibly kill you now,
even though I know I should, as I was trying
to explain. You've won my deepest respect. No, I'll take
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you with me. I'll care for you as my new companion.
It does get a bit lonely living my life. I
must admit you would change that. I'm so sorry. But
Aileen there already has a companion, this voice called out.
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I turned to see her friend with the unnatural pigtails,
dressed in a gothic costume. How did you find us,
I demanded, mortal technology, she answered, we're both using tracking
apps on our phones. Then she looked at me with admiration. Wow,
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you really are her. You are Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess.
Your name is most legendary, more so in hell than
here in the mortal realm. She raised her fists. But
I don't care who you are right now. You took
my friend there and those other mortals. That means you're
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getting your ass handed to you. I narrowed my eyes.
I'm impressed that you know me, but that won't The
sudden and surprising fireball from her mouth hit me square
in the chest, causing me to land on my back.
Soon this demonic cheerleader stood over me. I'll send father
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my regards. Once you're on your way to Hell, she said,
and then I blacked out. A few weeks later, I
discreetly found those girls to be clear. I again used
self hypnosis to escape my fate. Those girls thought me
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to be dead, but I escaped from the Strickfield General Hospital, Morgue.
After I came out of my trance, I determined that
I would leave Strickfield only upon learning who the demonic
girl was. I would discover that she was Lucibella Tabon,
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the elder Princess of Hell and the daughter of Satan
and Bella Tabon. Strickfield is a place of legend. Indeed,
as it turned out, a Leen and Lusabella were out
on Halloween hunting for a gang of vampires. In fact,
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that was where I discovered them. At the nest those
girls had just cleansed. Most unfortunate that our paths crossed. However,
I wouldn't seek to challenge Lusabella Tabon this day. A
Leen Donnerly had truly won my respect, so I would
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leave them be for the time being. Halloween was over,
so I would take my leave of Strickfield until next October,
unless circumstances deemed that I should return sooner. But make
no mistake, a Leen Donnerly, our paths will most certainly
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cross again. They must. I was already looking forward to
our next hunt, but I would grant Aileen until next
Halloween and return for her. Then, I felt that I
owed her a generous extension of her life for winning
my respect. As for the elder Princess of Hell herself,
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I intended to repay her for striking me down. I
vowed that in a year's time I would be ready
to do battle with her as well. Elizabeth Bathory was
a real person, Aileen suddenly asked, So they were discussing
me indeed, Lusabella confirmed, in fact, I don't know why
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she spared your life. She has a reputation for being
quite merciless, yet she had you dead to rights. I'd
have come for you sooner, but that vampire gang jumped
me in Gunter's square. She looked at the remains of
the nest. That'll teach those bastards. What all do you
know about Bathory, Aileen asked her friend. Let's discuss it
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on the way to Denoyer's grill. Lusabella answered, I've worked
up quite an appetite clearing out this nest. And while
the elder Princess of Hell would explain to Aileen Donnerly
all about me, I would take my leave of Strickfield
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until next October, and that my Spooky's is our Halloween
tale for tonight. But don't go too far, because tomorrow
the nightmares don't stop. They just move to Elm Street
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as we do a deep dive into the film Nightmare
on Elm Street, exploring Freddie Krueger, the dreamscapes, and all
the terror that made it a slasher legend. And on
Saturday we head back to Strickfield for one fateful Halloween.
You will not want to miss it. And on Monday,
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we're crossing from fiction to fact in a brand new
episode of Terrifying and True where we'll be syncing our
teeth into the real life horror of the Vampire of Sacramento,
a true crime case so disturbing it makes Elizabeth Bathory
seem tasteful. And if you love what we're doing here
at Weekly Spooky, make sure to leave us a five
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you for myself, for my executive producers Rob Fields and
Bobbletopia dot Com, my producer Dan Wilder, and my composer
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Ray Mattis. I will talk at you tomorrow. Thank you
for listening.
Speaker 2 (46:51):
Make sure to find your way back next week. But
for now you are safe. Trust me.
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