A night with Dracula

The chill of the Romanian winter seeped into Dracula's castle, but the excitement of being there warmed Sonee's heart. "You all will have separate rooms and there will be nightly check-ups at random hours!" Medusa, the stern tour guide, announced, her eyes sweeping over the group.
Twelve of them in all, six girls and six guys, stood in the grand entrance hall. Mr. Webster, the other guide, handed out ornate silver skeleton keys, warning, "Dracula's room is strictly off-limits!"
Sonee took her key, a beautiful, old thing that she immediately fashioned into a necklace. Her room was a vision of dark luxury: blood-red satin sheets, pillows adorned with black roses, and a perfectly vacuumed black carpet. It was a five-star dream.
She sighed, collapsing onto the plush bed. Winning the school contest that brought her here still felt surreal. With a content smile, she drifted into a deep, dream-filled sleep, unaware of the secrets stirring within the ancient walls.
