*Castle of the Vampire King*

It began with the sound of a drip. Steady, slow, distant, and growing closer. Each beat was a little harsher than the one before it. Then the smell.

My senses were invaded by the scent of damp earth and something metallic, like rust. I fought the offensive sensations and tried to bring my hand down to plug up my nose, but I couldn't. My eyes snapped open, and I looked up to see what was holding me back.

To my horror, my ...