FWIW, I am on Twitter at @StinkenderKase and try to follow along with @horrorprompt. Over the last couple of weeks, I've patched together the below Gothic/Weird pastiche. I have no idea where this is going, since I've somehow roped in vampires, werewolves, mad scientists, and Lovecraftian artifacts.
The wind made the difficult climb up the cliff torturous. But, he’d made it to the castle undetected. He opened the window and slid inside.
The fire flared. “Admirable, but I would have been happy to let you in the door,” said the count.
#horrorprompt 575 torturous
“I, too, know what it means to be exiled,” he continued. “You hope that by destroying me, you will be welcome in your father’s home again.
“There are times when I might afford you that opportunity. But not tonight. Sit, and hear my story…”
#horrorprompt 576 exiled
“Please, try the wine.”
“I thought you didn’t drink… it.”
“I must thank Mr. Stoker for that excellent line, should we ever meet. I enjoy the taste but it doesn’t fortify as it does you. I am a rare sort of carnivore, as you’ve heard…”
#horrorprompt 577 carnivore
“It’s too late for you to return to the village.” The count rose and pulled a bell rope.
The adventurer looked past him to a jade statue on a shelf.
“Ah, my idol. From my travels before I settled here centuries ago. A tale for tomorrow night.”
#horrorprompt 578 idol
The door opened after a brief lull. A large man-beast stood in the hall.
“Do you have a room ready?”
“Please take our guest to it.”
“Ursi can guide you to the village tomorrow. Or stay so we can continue our conversation.”
#horrorprompt 579 lull
He followed the bear-like servant down the hall and a flight of stairs. The wind that had chilled him through his heavy coat had quieted to a whisper, warning him not to stay.
“Your room, sir. You should find everything you need inside.”
#horrorprompt 580 whisper
He entered and saw the large bed. It was so inviting. He was tired after the climb, the wine, and the warmth of the fire.
He heard a latch click as the count’s servant closed the door.
#horrorprompt 581 tired
He sat on the bed, unsure what to do. His thoughts were murky from the late hour and wine.
All his life he’d been warned the count was a monster. He’d even come to destroy him. But the man he’d met was interesting and charming.
#horrorprompt 583 murky
He untied his boots and laid back on the bed. He felt a strange darkness rise from underneath and wrap him as he fell asleep.
In a dream, the full moon looked down, then transformed into the grinning jade idol.
#horrorprompt 584 from beneath you
He pulled the curtains. The windows had a crystalline sheen.
He was washing up when Ursi entered. “The snow will make the road to the village difficult, sir.”
“I accept the count’s offer to stay, then. At least until the snow clears.”
#horrorprompt 585 crystalline
He opened the curtains wider. Sunlight scattered through the frost-covered glass, illuminating the chamber in which he had slept the previous night.
“Sir, a cold luncheon is prepared. Of course, the count will not be attending at this hour.”
#horrorprompt 586 glass
“Thank you. I’ll find my way.”
“Very good. Left, then take the stairs down.”
After dressing, he did as instructed. The walls and ceiling joined in three obtuse angles that couldn’t possibly fit. Disoriented, he stumbled on the stairs.
#horrorprompt 587 obtuse
“Ah, there you are.”
“I… was going to lunch. Your man directed me.”
“My castle has been built up over centuries. It’s a bit of a maze. You’ll get used to it.”
“You told me to leave when the snow clears.”