hometown ghost stories contains serious and often distressing events and is not intended for all audiences listener discretion is advised natasha's heart was racing as she rounded the castle's corridor

she managed to escape the cell she was being held in while the screams of another girl echoed from the room over. She didn't know her way out,

but it didn't matter. She had to escape. As she ran through the maze-like hallway, she heard

shouting ringing out throughout the castle. She ran towards a dimly lit door, hoping it would

lead to her salvation. When she was almost to it, the door swung open.

Her guard reached out and grabbed her by her hair.

Natasha began to kick and thrust, but it was no use.

A swarm of guards grabbed her and brought her to the room where the countess stood,

covered it in the blood of her last victim, who still lay on the floor.

I wasn't quite ready for you yet, she said with a tint of glee in her voice.

The guards hung Natasha upside down and the countess walked over to her with a knife.

She began cutting and the blood began to roll down Natasha's body and drip into a pan.

The countess began to reach into the pan and smother her own skin in the blood that was collecting.

Everything started to get real blurry for Natasha, and the pain was starting to trickle away.

As she stared in front of her one last time through blurry eyes, she swore the countess

was surrounded by hundreds of girls, who had clearly been the victims of the countess with the

lust for blood that could never be clinched. I'm Rob Coakley, and this is hometown ghost stories,

celebrity hauntings, the blood countess. What's going on, everybody?

I am your host, Rob, and welcome to another hometown ghost stories, celebrity haunting.

Tonight we are going to be covering the blood countess, Elizabeth Bathory.

Now, we are going to be using the English pronunciation of her name,

which is Elizabeth Bathory, much to the chagrin and anguish of my co-host Jesse. Yeah, screw you,

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