The alleged deleted first chapter from the original Dracula manuscript by Bram Stoker, this tale follows an Englishman on a visit to Munich before leaving for Transylvania. It is Walpurgis Night, and in spite of the hotelier's warning to not be late back, the young man later leaves his carriage and wanders toward the direction of an abandoned "unholy" village....

CAST CTFDN Announcer – Craig Groshek Announcer 2 – Steve Taylor Announcer 3 – David Cummings Orson Welles – Jacob M. Keene Phillips – Jeff Clement Professor Pierson – Caden Clegg Policeman – Jesse Cornett Wilmuth – Jesse Cornett Voices – Henrique Couto Brigadier General Montgomery Smith - Todd Farrell Harry McDonald – Jesse Cornett Captain Lansing – David Cummings U.S. Secretary of the Interior – SungWon Cho Officer – Mr. Creepypasta Gunner – Brendan Hurlbert Observer – K.M. Sumrall Lieutenant Commander Voght– Joseph Gable Operator 1 – Phil S.M. Operator 2 – Jacob M. Keene Operator 3 – Steve Taylor Operator 4 – Sarianna Gregg Operator 5 – Jeff Clement Stranger – Otis Jiry...

First published in 1843, this, one of Poe’s most famous tales, allows us a glimpse into the mind of a man with a rather deadly obsession. While hoping to convince us of his sanity… our narrator describes his efforts to rid himself of his elderly housemate’s film-covered ‘vulture eye.’ For an entire week he lies in wait, watching the unsuspecting old man sleep, before he makes his move. But, of course, he feels no remorse. After all, he’s got a reasonable explanation… don’t we all?”...

“Night Time Hero" Author: Trammel May Narrator: Otis Jiry Post Production/Production: Craig Groshek Original Score: Brandon Boone Video Production: Craig Groshek Artwork: Craig Groshek Story © Trammel May Audio production © Chilling Entertainment, LLC Otis Jiry performs this tender and heartbreaking story of a man recalling how his father always looked out for him and protected him as a child, and now is doing the same thing for his own child.  Put your feet up and enjoy this story of commitment that never ends, a tale so riveting and emotional that it nearly brought Jiry to tears while performing it. [trammel_may] [otis_jiry] [craig_groshek] [brandon_boone]   "Night Time Hero" Author: Trammel May When I was young, around 4, I guess, I would often have bad dreams and wake up crying. My dad would come into the room and pick me up and rock me to sleep. He called me his lamb chop because I sweat really easily and apparently my sweating child body smelled like meat. He would hold me in his arms while softly singing a little ditty he made up about lamb chops. He would tell me everything was ok, kiss me on the forehead, and put me back in bed. He was always there for me. One time, I was around the same age (its hard to remember exactly when things happened when you are that young), we went to a funeral for a family member or close friend. I didn’t really understand what was going on, as I was just a small child. My mom was weeping while looking up to the front, and my dad stood next to me, holding my hand, looking really stern. I asked him what was going on and he looked down at me and smiled. “Don’t worry about it lamb chop.” And he squeezed my hand and directed his attention back to the front. This memory sticks out in my mind because he was always there to protect me, even if it was from things I couldn’t understand. He worked a lot, and I mean a lot. I only really saw him at night. Every morning I would wake up and hope he was still home and I would ask mom, “Where is daddy?” “Your father left.” She would reply, she had sadness in her tone. She obviously was upset over the fact that he worked so much that he couldn’t even be around for breakfast. It really wasn’t that sad to me because my dad was the best dad anyone could have. I feel like it was almost every night after he had come home from work I was scared of ghosts, and he would come in and say, “Don’t worry lamb chop, I’ll stay here all night and make sure no ghosts get you.” I told him that he was like a super hero, but he said, “I may be a hero, but only at night time. During the day you need to be strong and be your own hero lamb chop. Your mother and myself can’t always be there for you, but that’s ok because you are my son. You CAN be a hero too.” I didn’t really know what he was talking about but I was glad he was there. I was never afraid when he was in my room. He would sit all night in a chair by my bed. Sometimes I would look at him and he would be staring out my window into the beautiful night sky, winking back at him through the window. I hated the fact that he worked so much. That year I was really excited for father son day at school. Everyone’s dad’s would come in and tell the class about their jobs. Little did they know this was actually some sort of demented game for children, to compare dads and figure out whose is better. “My dad could beat up your dad!” one would say, “Oh yeah, well my dad makes more money than your dad and could hire a wrestler to beat up yours!” I felt so left out. I would rather be the kid with the dad that could be beaten up by all the others instead of what I was. “The kid with no dad.” Why didn’t he show up, he knew how important it was to me. I told him that I was being picked on, and how all the kids would say, “Where’s your dad? You don’t have one!!!” and they would point and laugh. He felt bad and told me he was sorry but he couldn’t get away from work. My anger vanished when I saw the look on his face. He truly was sorry. He was my dad; the best dad in the world and suddenly showing him off didn’t mean so much. The ridiculing, however, just got worse. One kid was poking me and said, “my mom says you don’t have a dad.” “I do have a dad!” I yelled as I punched the kid in the nose. I was sent to the office for this, of course. It didn’t matter, that kid deserved it. Why would he even say something like that? I told the principal what happened and she looked confused. She told me I should talk to my mom about what happened, and I did. When I got home I explained the whole day to her. I was confused. I told her, “I don’t know why they are saying these things to me. Daddy told me I should always stand up for myself. I punched him because he said bad things about daddy.” My mom put her hand over her mouth and her eyes turned to glass. “What do you mean daddy told you?” I was confused. “Daddy tells me.” “Baby, daddy has left us. I just don’t know how to tell you baby, but your daddy passed away. That’s why he didn’t go to your show and tell, that’s why he’s never home.” She began to cry. She had been trying to protect me from the pain of losing my father. I didn’t understand though because I saw him every night. “Mommy, that’s not true, dad is...