The midnight ritual of the midnight ritual: late night Hammer Horror
Delightful!
There was never anyone so fearfully obstructive to a vampire hunter’s quest than a Transylvanian burgomeister with muttonchop whiskers
Or his bent backed old wife, obsessively wrapping crucifixes with garlic, pausing only to cross herself every time a wolf howled
And the coachman who will take you no further than the inn
“But I must be at the Borgo pass by midnight to meet the coach sent by the count!”
“The count!”
<villagers mutter to each other in Hungarian. Old woman ostentatiously crosses herself>
Delightful!
There was never anyone so fearfully obstructive to a vampire hunter’s quest than a Transylvanian burgomeister with muttonchop whiskers
Or his bent backed old wife, obsessively wrapping crucifixes with garlic, pausing only to cross herself every time a wolf howled
And the coachman who will take you no further than the inn
“But I must be at the Borgo pass by midnight to meet the coach sent by the count!”
“The count!”
<villagers mutter to each other in Hungarian. Old woman ostentatiously crosses herself>