MAX VAN HELSING

The year is 1915. Things on the Van Helsing farm have always been a bit weird. But they’ve gone from strange to stranger.

Max’s mother has fallen ill and his stern and kooky father, Abraham, has demanded everyone leaves her alone in her room. His behavior has only gotten more erratic and odd since then, leaving Max and his little brother, Rudy, to wonder why.

The sun now shines brightly, casting a false sense of security that flows over the property in gold rays. Even the warmth is not enough to smother the odd sense of oppression over the farm. Even with it beautiful valleys and sprawling land. Max was chopping wood again before being called inside by his father. Shortly after he came outside quickly, taking long strides that kicked up a thin veil of dirt around his boots. Entering the barn to find Rudy reading his book alone. He ask Rudy if he was alone and alright, to which he answered yes, only for Max to pivot and remind him to get inside before its dark.

When Rudy ask Max what was going on that had him acting so worried and uptight he quickly dismissed it and shrugged it off. Not wanting to worry a kid with the matters of their sick mother or their father who believes it’s the work of vampires and demons. Even if he’s seen the toll it’s taking on Max.. the nightmares he keeps waking up from in the dead of night. The way his jaw is clenched now more than not. The way he looks at their father.

Max made quick work of vanishing back inside, his footsteps fading out and leaving Rudy to think alone a moment before returning to his book. Leaving behind only the horses nickers and huffs, the dust floating in the rays of light that pour through slats of wood in the barn walls.