The rain had been coming down hard in the small hamlet of Karlstad. Young Heinrich was pacing around nervously in the old mansion that was now a museum. Well over one hundred years ago the mansion belonged to his family. It was feared for many decades, known only as the House Of Frankenstein. Heinrich Frankenstein had hoped that a century would have defused the legend his distant grandfather Victor had left the town. Especially since the Frankensteins had fled the town all that time ago. But people have strange ways of keeping hatred alive and passing it down to younger generations. It wasn't long before townsolk had realized that Heinrich, albeit an American citizen, was a relative of Victor Frankenstein, the man who unleashed a monster upon Karlstad.
But his arrival was a week ago, and he now faced bigger problems than simple jeers and heckling. The Monster of legend had returned. It shouldn't be possible, Heinrich thought. But it was true. What's worse is that after one hundred years, it was again a Frankenstein who had , in a bumbling manner, returned the hulking monster to life.
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Ever have that feeling, in your house all alone in the dark? You've locked up, and tucked in, but sense that someone who doesn't belong there is sneaking along the shadows?