Then my journey became even stranger. I felt as if we were going around in a circle. I fixed my eyes on the top of a mountain where it met the sky, and realized that we were indeed making a large circle around the Borgo Pass. By this time, we were near the far side of the pass.
I don't remember falling asleep, but i must have done. It seemed like we traveled a long way before the coach suddenly stopped. I saw that we were in the courtyard of an ancient, crumbling castle, in front of a huge wooden door. The driver was already on the ground with my luggage. He reins, turned the coach around and disappeared!
As i stood there alone wondering what to do, many questions filled my head. What sort of place had i come to? What sort of grim adventure was i on?
These questions were interrupted by the sound of the great door opening. There stood an old man, clean shaven except for a long mustache, dressed all in black and holding a lamp. There was not a drop of color anywhere about him, even in his pale, white face. He motioned to me very formally with his right hand. He English was excellent, but he spoke with a strange intonation.
"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!"
When I stepped through the door, he grasped my hand with his, which felt more dead than alive However, it possessed the same unnatural strength as the hand of the driver. i was very surprised and suddenly thought he was the driver. i asked, "Count Dracula?