Atop the highest tower of the gothic castle, lies a dark-souled creature far too foul for any sunny day. Daisies wither at their approach, bats bow down at their feet, and the darkness swirls around their shoulders. Alas, amidst the greying skies of a stormy day, the yowling werewolves howl, for they know the season of the night crawlers has begun. 

Either that or the goths have crept out of their crypt for the evening.