You pull out the stake. Suddenly, an icy wind blows through the tomb; the door slams shut. "At last!" cries an awful voice from the thing in the coffin, and you see a dreadful figure, with skin as white as ivory, rise up before you. Its red eyes are like coals of fire, long needle-like fangs protrude from its scarlet lips, its breath is like the vapor from an opened grave. In a very short time, you will all be half-strength vampires controlled by the evil monster you have foolishly released. That's all she wrote, guys. Turn off the computer!
THE END