AT DAWN HE SLEEPS.
Grave news for people who thought Count T had vanished for all of eternity since lesbian vampires turned him into a castle rat after placing a curse on him over a decade ago.
I know that opening sentence is a lot to sink your fangs into, so here’s some clarification: Back in 2013, fresh on the heels of the “Death to False Vamps” mixtape, the hottest bloodsucking mixtape in all of medieval Europe, Count T and his countesses were riding high on success. They threw lavish parties at Castle TNUC and spent their shillings on every luxurious item imaginable. We’re talking new hunchbacked servants, jesters, wenches, executioners, platinum horse-drawn carriages, a state-of-the-art dungeon, the world’s biggest pipe organ, a pack of wolves, magic mirrors, mountains of cocaine and a beer-filled moat around the castle. Special guests flocked to the castle from the likes of Charles Bronson, Anna Nicole Smith, Eddie Van Halen, Leslie Nielsen and Bela Lugosi. Yes, it was indeed a dead man’s party and who could ask for more?
At this high peak of Count T’s reign over the gypsies and dominance over the villages, suddenly there appeared to be a very serious decline in vampires VS vampiresses. While the female over male ratio was never a problem for Count T (of course he preferred it), this was a glaring problem that needed to be rooted out. Our male vamp population was dwindling.
It was soon discovered from his private-investigator-dwarf-slave that a trio of lesbian vampires named Fran, Mirium and Gertrude had been “offing” our male talent. These dastardly women had a stronger passion than the love they shared…an unnatural lust for the blood of all men!
Vampires killing vampires. What was their intention, you ask? To cast out all men (including their leader) and take over the castle.
One evening while Count T was nestled softly in his satin-lined coffin after a long night of bloody marys and bloody marias, the wicked wenches broke into his quarters and cursed him — turning him into a castle rat!
For the next 12 years, Count T spent his life as a furry vermin inside the murky dungeon and cobwebbed staircases of the castle. However what the wenches failed to realize was that his entire time was spent plotting and planning their demise…and eating lots of cheese. He had a newfound respect for medieval rodents as he knew the transformation was not permanent. Soon he would reign again and reclaim the dark throne as the most feared and lusted over Count in all of old Gothic Europe.
“Furry T” and the other radical rats of the castle formed a colony and with the assistance of a hideous but intelligent leper who was chained up in the dungeon, they crafted a mixtape of songs to conjure the bloodthirsty spirit of Count T. They called it AT DAWN HE SLEEPS.
So they listened and so the sounds reverberated through every nook and cranny of the ancient castle. Lightning struck. Wolves howled. Candelabras ignited. Buxom barmaids loosened their tops. Our resident organ player played a note so sinister it would have brought Beethoven to his knees. The colony of rats made their way to the countesses’ room and devoured them to dust. As for the gory, ghastly and ghoulish one known as Count T, he arose from his coffin with a smile. HAPPY HALLOWEEN.
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1) ELEMENTAL SOUNDWORKS – THE COUNT IS HERE
2) THE MISSION – SERPENTS KISS
3) DOKKEN – STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
4) GHOST DANCE – CELEBRATE
5) JUDAS PRIEST – LOVE BITES
6) 3 SPEED – ONCE BITTEN
7) THE SISTERS OF MERCY – MORE
8) EJ ROCK – FREAKY HALLOWEEN
9) BAUHAUS – BELA LUGOSI’S DEAD
10) LOU GRAMM – LOST IN THE SHADOWS
11) THE MISSION – BLOOD BROTHER
12) DEBORAH HOLLAND – COME TO ME
13) THE SISTERS OF MERCY – BLACK PLANET
14) CONCRETE BLONDE – BLOODLETTING (THE VAMPIRE SONG)
15) RUN – HALLOWEEN
16) SLAYER – AT DAWN THEY SLEEP
17) THE GHOULS – DRACULA’S THEME
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Now that was awesome!!
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“The Thirst of TNUC Hollow”
They say that just past the black pines, where the fog doesn’t move and the wind never breathes, lies the ruins of an old chapel. It was once a place of worship — now, it’s a wound in the forest.
The locals call it TNUC Hollow, though no one remembers who “TNUC” was. The stones are cold, older than memory, slick with moss and something darker. Every few months, when the moon is sharp as a blade, something walks from that place.
Something thirsty.
They say he’s not like the romantic ones from stories — no tuxedos, no candlelight, except a single dangle-inverted cross earring. He’s a wraith of hunger, pale as ash and thin as the smoke from your fire right now. His eyes burn red only when he’s fed, and the rest of the time, they’re just… hollow.
If you listen closely, you can hear him before you see him. It sounds like someone dragging a stick through dry leaves. That’s him tracing the edge of his next meal.
Back in the 1800s, a group of settlers disappeared here. Every one of them was found with their throats blackened and their bodies empty. Not bled out — emptied, like something drew the warmth and youth right out of them.
And ever since, the woods have this rule:
The young shouldn’t wander past midnight.
Because he doesn’t crave just blood — he craves youth.
The heartbeat of the living. The heat of the newly grown.
That’s why the animals stay silent after dark. They can feel him moving through the trees.
And if you ever catch a faint glow — like two candles flickering deep in the brush — don’t look twice.
Those aren’t candles.
That’s his gaze locking onto you.
And if you hear a whisper that sounds like your name — run.
Because the moment you answer back, he knows you’re real.
He knows your blood’s still warm.
And he’s been thirsty for a very, very long time.
I love the words but AI is an epidemic.
This is Halloween. A tradition for years.
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