Gwen was a normal girl with chin-length brunette hair. She was 18-years old, with a less than impressive figure. Unfortunately, her personality wasn't much better. She was bossy and cared very little about what other people thought of her. But that was all about to change.
Gwen was driving on a stormy night. She was on a long road trip to her first day at college and was looking forward to it. So long as her roommate was someone who'd do what she said, things would be great. But right this storm was making the trip rough. She was going to stop at a motel in the next town where she'd spend the night. But Gwen soon found herself in some trouble.
As she was making her way through some country road, Gwen's car suddenly started acting up.
"What the?", she asked, looking down. "Oh, Crap!" She had been so anxious to arrive at her destination that she'd forgotten to refill her gas along the way. Gwen was forced to pull over and sigh as she leaned her head on the steering wheel. "Well this is just perfect. If Mom hadn't been bugging me about 'listening to others', I wouldn't have been in such a rush and forgot." (she wasn't good at seeing her own faults.)
Gwen sighed and pulled out her phone. Unfortunately, there was no signal. Just then, lighting flashed through the sky and she glimpsed a building nearby. Another look revealed it to be a huge mansion with spires taller than she'd ever seen. After some hesitation, she sighed.
"Might as well check it out. Better than sitting in here all night." Gwen groaned and grabbed her umbrella before stepping out. She proceeded through the heavy rain, but halfway towards the mansion, the wind picked up and her umbrella was blown out of her hands. She cried out in irritation as she chased after the umbrella. By the time she caught it, Gwen was already at the steps to the front porch and she was soaking wet.
"Grrr...", she growled. "They better have a way for me to dry off." After she knocked on the huge door, it slowly crept open with a strange looking man staring at her. He looked a little like Vincent Price as he looked at Gwen with a surprised smile.
"Why hello, child. I am Lord Hugo Prosperio, and I— "
"Yeah, yeah", she interrupted. "Listen, my car's out of gas and I need to get going. You have a refill tank or something?"
"Hm...", he began with a smirk. "Not much of one for patience are you? But to answer your question, I'm afraid not. However, I do have a telephone and can call someone to pick you up, but the the towing company is probably closed by now."
"Well, that's just perfect.", she said sarcastically.
"Not to worry, My Dear." He stepped aside and motioned into the house. "Feel free to spend the night here. I promise, my home has much to offer. Take any of the rooms, and feel free to roam around. if you need me, simply give a shout."
"Thanks", said Gwen as she walked in. Hugo Prosperio seemed to vanish after saying he would have a maid come see her in whichever room she chose and get her anything she needed. Gwen was amazed by how huge this place was. There were tons of rooms and hallways, but what Gwen didn't realize that she would not leave any of them the same as she was going in.