Grigory Borzenko "The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories Issue eight Bloody Countess

Grigory Borzenko
"The world of mysterious, amazing and scary stories
Issue eight
Bloody Countess

Episode one
On the plains of Hungary and in the Carpathian Mountains, evening sunsets were always picturesque. But late in the evening of 1603, near Chait Castle, the sky turned such an unusually thick crimson color that it would be fitting to use the expression “ominous sunset.”
Against the background of the fading, but still brightening sky, the dark silhouettes of two horsemen were clearly visible. They were a man and a woman who clearly enjoyed this evening horse ride. They talked loudly to each other, laughed merrily, rushed forward at a mad gallop, almost crushing the lonely travelers they met along the way under their horses.
At this time, an old, ugly old woman was walking along the road towards them. Rushing past, our cheerful couple threw mud at the unfortunate woman.
Seeing this, the rider laughed loudly, amusing herself at the pitiful appearance of the spattered old woman.
She was so outraged by the tactlessness that, despite her extremely advanced age, she turned around and managed to shout after her:
- Hurry, hurry, beauty! Soon you will become just like me!
Her voice sounded so loud that the rider heard what was said. It struck her so much that her good mood instantly disappeared.
As soon as she arrived home, the lady immediately rushed to the mirror and peered into the Venetian mirror for a long time. Did the witch really tell the truth? Yes, she is already over forty, but her shape is just as impeccable and her skin is elastic. Although... There she is! A telltale wrinkle in the corner of the mouth. A little more, and old age will creep up... And no one will admire her beauty anymore...
Mistress Cheita went to bed in a bad mood...
That night she hardly slept for the first time in her life. Thoughts one after another haunted her. She didn't want to grow old! She categorically wanted to remain young, beautiful and attractive as much as possible! Lead the same carefree lifestyle to which she was accustomed. Never deny yourself anything. Do whatever she wants. Good position, wealth, everything that surrounded her allowed her to live the way she wanted. Don't care about everyone else! You only need to think about yourself!
The lady was lying in bed, looking thoughtfully into the twilight of the bedroom, and remembering what she had lived through...

Episode two
Elizabeth Bathory was born on August 7, 1560 in the family mansion in the Hungarian town of Nyirbator. Erzsebet's parents came from two branches of the same family: the girl's father was Gyorgy Bathory from Eched, brother of the Transylvanian voivode Andras Bathory, her mother was Anna Bathory, the daughter of another Transylvanian voivode Istvan the Fourth of Chaumieux, and the niece of the Polish king Stefan Batory. Erzsebet spent a carefree childhood at Eched Castle. There she studied Latin, German and Greek.
The childhood of the heroine of this story passed against the backdrop of turbulent historical events. Young Erzsebet was proud that she belonged to the ancient Bathory family. No one was braver than Bathory in battles with enemies, no one could compare with them in cruelty and willfulness. In the sixteenth century, after the Battle of Mohács, which gave Hungary into the hands of the Turks, the Báthory split into two branches: Eced and Somlyo. The first took refuge in mountainous Slovakia, the second took possession of Transylvania. According to legend, a gloomy land of vampires and werewolves, where the sun barely broke through the crowns of endless forests.
In 1576, Stefan Bathory of the Somljo branch became king of Poland. He and his army saved Vienna from the Turks, earning the gratitude of the Austrian Habsburgs. Who by that time declared themselves kings of Hungary. Long before this, Stefan's sister Anna married György Báthory from the Ečed branch. Representatives of the family had previously entered into related marriages, which quickly led them to degeneration. Bathory suffered from epilepsy, insanity, and rampant drunkenness. In the damp walls of the castles they were plagued by gout and rheumatism. Elizabeth also suffered from them.
On the plains of Hungary and in the Carpathian Mountains, Turks, Hungarians and Austrians slaughtered each other tirelessly. Captured enemy commanders were boiled alive in cauldrons or impaled. Erzsébet's uncle, András Bathory, was hacked to death with an ax on a mountain pass. Her aunt Clara was raped by a Turkish detachment, after which the poor girl's throat was cut. However, she herself had previously taken the lives of two husbands.
The fate of noble girls in this harsh world was determined once and for all: early marriage, children, housekeeping. The same awaited Erzsebet, who was betrothed to the count's son Ferenc Nadasdy as a child. Her father died early, her mother went to live in another castle.
The precocious heroine of our story was left to her own devices. An outside observer from the outside could say: nothing good will come of this. But Elizabeth Bathory thought differently. Living in abundance, and accustomed from her early virginity to denying herself nothing, she continued to live for her own pleasure even now. The fact that at the age of 14 Erzsebet gave birth to a son from her own lackey, I think, will tell you a lot.
Soon the one who was considered guilty of this whole story disappeared without a trace...
However, like the child too...
They rushed to quickly marry off the flighty Erzhebet.
At the age of 15, Erzsébet was betrothed to Ferenc Nádasdy, the son of Baron Tamás Nádasdy of Fogarásföld and Orsoy Kanizsai. We dare to assume that such an alliance was most likely based on political motives. The marriage took place on May 8, 1575 in Vranov Castle. About four and a half thousand guests were invited to the wedding! Yes! You heard right! Four thousand and a half! Erzsébet moved to the Nadasdy family's castle in Sárvár, where she spent a lot of time alone while Ferenc studied in Vienna.
As a wedding gift, Ferenc gave Erzsebet Cachtice Castle and 12 villages around it. The castle, located at the foot of the Little Carpathians near Trenčín, was purchased in 1579 for Ferenc by his mother, along with the country house Čejte and seventeen surrounding villages. Ferenc was a Lutheran. But Erzsebet, both before and after her marriage to him, professed Calvinism. However, she did not oppress the Lutherans. Moreover, she financed the construction of Lutheran schools.
The couple settled in Cheyte: one of the 17 castles of the Bathory family. The dowry was so rich that Ferenc chose to tactfully remain silent and did not raise the question of the newlywed’s innocence. However, he was not too interested in this: soon after the wedding, he went on a campaign against the Turks and since then has appeared at home infrequently.
However, despite the fact of his almost constant absence from home, Erzsebet gave birth to daughters Anna, Orsolya, Katarina and a son, Pal. According to the custom of those years, the children were first taken care of by nurses and maids, and then they were sent to be raised by other noble families.
Left alone, Erzsebet was desperately bored. She dreamed of escaping the mountain wilderness and going to a ball in Vienna or Pressburg, where everyone would see her beauty. She was tall, slender, surprisingly fair-skinned. Her thick curls were also light, which she bleached with saffron infusion. In addition, she washed her face with cold water every morning and loved horseback riding. More than once the Cheyt lady was seen late in the evening or at night galloping madly around the area on her pitch-black horse, whose name was Vinar.
At the beginning of 1604, her husband died, having caught a fever on one of the campaigns.
The loving lady was not very sad about the untimely death of her husband. Since it was at that time that she had a wild affair with her new lover. With the neighboring landowner Ladislav Bende.
It was with him that our resilient heroine raced on horseback along the evening road, where she heard the prophetic words of a decrepit old woman, which extremely confused her...
The fun vanished. The sleepless night had its results: by the morning, the completely upset Erzsebet had strengthened her firm resolve to do everything possible and impossible, just to preserve her beauty and youth!
She tirelessly searched for a means to return the vanishing beauty: she either rummaged through old grimoires, that is, collections of magical rituals and spells, or turned to healers.
One day, the witch Darvulya, who lived near Cheit, was brought to her.
The conversation with this would-be soothsayer became truly fateful. Not so much for Elizabeth herself, but for her future victims.
Looking closely at the countess, the old woman said in a quiet, creaky and ominous voice:
- We need blood, madam. Bathe in the blood of girls who have never known a man, and youth will always be with you...
The decrepit old woman hobbled home, limping, not suspecting what terrible things she had caused to her family...
The grain fell on fertile soil...
From that moment on, in the surrounding villages of the castle, what became a real hell for their residents began...

Episode three
From childhood, Clara and Margit were taught by their parents to be hardworking, modest and obedient. Both parents, neighbors, and fellow villagers could not stop admiring the sisters. As they grew older, everyone began to admire their beauty. Realizing that it would be a sin to vegetate in the rural wilderness with such excellent external data. Many advised girls to try their luck in the big city. Where they would have the opportunity to catch the eye of eligible bachelors. Marveling at the divine beauty of the sisters, everyone predicted a great and happy future for them.
But they were in no hurry to leave their parents' house. They wanted to help their father and mother. Get hired as maids somewhere, earn some money, leave it to your parents so that they don’t have to live in poverty during their absence.
It was at this time that something happened that predetermined the fate of the sisters.
One day they were walking along the street of their village, chatting cheerfully, not noticing that a pair of ominous little eyes were now closely watching them. If they had not been so careless, but more attentive, they would have looked back, they would have seen an ugly hunchback walking after them at a great distance, but, nevertheless, not losing sight of them. Having traced which house they went into, having waited quite a long time, and making sure that this is where the girls lived, the ugly hunchback, looking around furtively and realizing that no one had noticed him, immediately hurried away.
The very next day two women came to this house. They introduced themselves as the countess's maids, and began to tell the girls' parents how wonderful they were living in her castle. How hospitably she treats her servants, how generously she pays for their work. Fortunately, it turned out that the Countess now needs new workers, so it would be a sin to lose such a stunningly wonderful opportunity to get a prestigious position in the Countess’s castle. The maids unanimously swore to the touched father and mother that they would act very wisely if they let their daughters go to prestigious work with the countess. The arguments of the talkative barkers were so convincing that the parents agreed. And the girls themselves were even more enthusiastic about this idea, since they had long wanted to do something similar! The sisters immediately decided to take advantage of this chance.
Entering the castle gates, both were confident that the countess would greet them cordially and generously pay for their conscientious work. Their faces shone with happiness!
At this time, two more girls were brought to Chait. Magdolna and Maria. The sisters immediately hesitated with them and started a friendly conversation. All four were inspired, they were talking excitedly, anticipating a new, happy stage in their lives.
The Countess herself came out to them. The girls were sincerely happy that they had received such an honor. They straightened their backs and tried to please the hostess.
After examining them, she chose the most beautiful ones. They turned out to be two sisters. And she ordered Magdolna and Maria to be sent to work.
Clara and Margit were taken to the basement. The gloomy walls of the dungeon drove the smile from the sisters’ faces...
Everything around was so inhospitable, frightening, scary that the premonition of something terrible and inevitable began to fetter the will and body of the sisters. Just recently they were almost flying on wings towards the castle. Now their legs were numb with fear and did not want to obey...
Finally, they stopped in a dungeon, where, in the light of burning torches, the sisters, frightened to death, saw that the entire floor was covered in dried blood...
One moment, a moment, a single cursory glance was enough to realize what horrors had happened here before. And what can happen now.
Animal fear paralyzed the will of the sisters. The ringing silence around drove them crazy. It was absolutely clear that no matter how loudly they screamed, no matter how desperately they cried for help, no one would hear them or come to their rescue.
All the way to the castle, Ilona and Dorka were very talkative and friendly. They, as they say, could not shut their mouths from endlessly praising how good and wonderful the new maids would feel under the tutelage of the countess. How many ladies at all times dreamed of being involved in the royal court, realizing that a completely heavenly, bohemian life filled with festivity awaited them there. So the dreaming sisters were sure that something similar was waiting for them in the countess’s castle.
Now, shuddering from the oppressive atmosphere reigning around, the unfortunate people realized that everything was happening exactly the opposite. That they did not go to heaven, but to hell.
Ilona and Dorka haven't done anything yet. They just stood and silently looked at the sisters. But, my God, what a look that was... The ominous gaze of a wild beast, which was already preparing to jump. And there were only moments before he pounced on his victim, grabbed her flesh with his fangs, and tormented her to the point of frenzy...
One got the impression that the maids were waiting for something or someone.
And so it turned out. Soon the Countess descended into the dungeon. Own fresh. I sat down on a wooden chair and immediately leaned back, as if I was getting ready to plunge into the theatrical spectacle presented.
The sisters, losing consciousness from foreboding and fear, still did not guess, or rather, did not want to guess, that such an unenviable role was prepared for them in this horror performance.
Ilona and Dorka, having waited for the commanding signal from their mistress, immediately began to brutally beat the sisters, stabbing them with needles, tearing the skin with tongs.
The fear and pain were so unbearable that at first the unfortunate people did not make a single sound. They were simply speechless with horror. Cries for help and moans got stuck in their throats, parched from excitement. But then, unable to endure the wild, unbearable pain, they literally howled with agony and shock.
You should have seen what Erzsebet's face looked like at that time. She almost squinted with pleasure... Such enormous, indescribably pleasant pleasure was given to her by contemplating the torment of the unfortunate girls.
Listening to the screams of the victims, Erzsebet became so excited that she stood up and began to torture herself. She tore pieces of meat from the bodies of her victims with her teeth...
She did not drink the blood of her victims, she was not a vampire. She just took pleasure in torturing the unfortunate. And the contemplation of how they were tormented and suffering brought her even greater pleasure. The more terrible and painful torture she subjected the unfortunate people to, the more often she tried to look into the eyes of the martyrs. The sight of animal fear, unbearable pain that radiated from those eyes, maddened with horror, gave the bloody countess indescribable, incomparable pleasure...
At the end, when the girls could no longer stand, the torturers cut the arteries in their legs...
The unfortunate people no longer had the strength not only to scream, but also to moan. They quietly wheezed... With every minute the terrible gurgling in their throats became quieter... Life left their bodies... The prophecies of their fellow countrymen that such beauties would have a bright and happy life at court, surrounded by a crowd of gentlemen lying at their feet and giving flowers for them, it was never destined to come true... The Bloody Countess ordered their fate differently...
Ilona and Dorka began to pour the blood into basins, filling the bath.
The Countess's face at that time radiated joy, satisfaction, anger, and something so sinister that it was impossible to describe in words. It was a real demon of evil in human form!
She slowly took off her clothes and lay down in the bath... The hot blood of her victims warmed her naked body with a pleasant warmth...
She closed her eyes in pleasure...
The words of the soothsayer witch rang in her ears: “Blood is needed, lady. Bathe in the blood of girls who have never known a man, and youth will always be with you.”
Now Erzsebet had no doubt that the youth and beauty of the girls through their blood was slowly but surely absorbed into her body! Into the countess's body! It was not for nothing that she chose the most beautiful ones. She wanted to preserve not only youth, but also beauty.
Lying in the bath, the Countess slowly turned her head and looked at the corpses of her sisters lying nearby. Their faces were still beautiful. But there was no life in them anymore... By that time both were dead...
Such a high and cruel price was paid by the innocent sisters in order to prolong the youth of the bloody countess even for a moment...

Episode four
It is unknown when exactly the countess crossed the border separating man from beast. But soon the girls, sent to the castle to serve the countess, began to disappear to God knows where, and fresh graves began to appear at the edge of the forest. Often, fishermen caught mutilated bodies in rivers and lakes.
Sometimes those who managed to escape from the castle secretly said that they heard terrible screams and screams of the countess herself: “Beat her! More! More!" That was the end of it. After all, complaining about noble people was pointless, and often dangerous. Erzsebet constantly boasted of her connections at court and her friendship with the most powerful Hungarian feudal lord, György Thurzó. This forced even the local priest, who more than once had to perform funeral services for dead peasant women, to remain silent.
For ten years, when horror reigned in Chait, the mechanism of murders turned out to be worked out to the smallest detail. It was the same as that of the French baron Gilles de Rais a century and a half before Erzsebet, and the same as that of the Russian landowner Daria Saltykova a century and a half later. In all cases, the victims were girls, and the baron also had children. Perhaps they seemed especially defenseless, which inflamed the sadists. Or maybe the main thing here was the envy of aging people for youth and beauty.
The hereditary defects of the Bathory family and the superstitions of Erzsebet herself played a role. She did not do evil alone: her assistants helped her. The main one was the ugly hunchback Janos Ujvari, nicknamed Fitzko. Living in the castle as a jester, he heard plenty of ridicule and mortally hated everyone who was healthy and beautiful. Snooping around, he looked for houses where his daughters were growing up. Then the maids Ilona and Dorka got involved. They came to the parents of the girls and persuaded them to give their daughters into the service of the countess for good money. They helped Erzsebet beat the unfortunate people, and then buried their bodies. Later, local peasants, sensing something was wrong, stopped responding to the promises of the mistress of the castle. She had to hire new barkers who looked for her victims in distant villages.
Meanwhile, the countess’s bloodthirstiness only increased. She ordered a miracle of torture technology from Presburg: the so-called “iron maiden”. It was a hollow figure, composed of two parts and studded with long spikes. In the familiar secret room of the castle, the next victim was locked inside this “maiden” and lifted up so that the blood flowed in streams directly into the bath.
Every time, joyful excitement seized the countess, who went into a rage, even more at the sight of blood. She came up with new tortures: she dragged her victims by the hair, cut off pieces of flesh from the bodies of the victims. At the sight of blood, she became more and more obsessed.
Cruelty was inherent in Erzsebet before. One day, returning home, her husband found a naked girl in the garden, tied to a tree and covered with flies and ants. To his surprised question, Erzsebet carelessly and indifferently, while yawning lazily, answered: “She was carrying pears. I covered her with honey to teach her a good lesson.”
But then she had not killed yet. Now, hypnotized by the words of the cruel soothsayer that only the blood of virgins would restore her youth, and blindly believing that these words were the ultimate truth, the bloody countess bathed in this blood! In the truest sense of the word!
But time passed, and the bloody ablutions did not bring results... Alas, the countess continued to grow old. In anger, she called Darvula and threatened to do to her the same thing that, on her advice, she did to the girls.
At these catches, the witch's face broke into an ironic and good-natured smile.
- You are mistaken, madam! “She said so carelessly, as if she were talking about over-salted soup. - We need the blood of not servants, but noble maidens! Get these, and things will immediately go smoothly!
Any sane person would twist his finger at his temple and send this crazy old woman to hell. But we are not talking about a normal person, but an obsessed one. Driven by her mind to prolong her youth, the restless countess again believes the witch, and does everything possible and impossible to do exactly as she said.
Erzsebet's agents persuaded twenty daughters of poor nobles to settle in Cheyte to entertain the countess and read to her at night. I think you all understand what these readings were like. Two weeks later, none of the girls were alive...
This hardly helped their killer rejuvenate, but Darvula didn’t care anymore: she died of fear. Or maybe just from old age.
The example of this witch is an eloquent example of how much a word, albeit thrice short but carelessly spoken, sometimes means. Just think about it! A decrepit old woman, out of her mind due to her advanced age, blurted out something stupid, idiotic, defying common logic! And the stupid head picked it up, implemented it, brought it into life! And what is the result? Hundreds... I repeat: hundreds of victims! We will talk about their terrifying number later! The result of this madness was hundreds of innocent people!
Now imagine another, equally out-of-mind streaker who, being in a high position and having enormous power, would blurt out something similar to his people! And those, instead of, as we have already said, twirling a finger at their temple and sending it in a certain direction, bend over backwards to implement in life what a person with common sense, conscience, decency and humanity did not do would never and under any circumstances!!!
They, like the ugly hunchback Fitzko, rush not to neighboring villages, but to neighboring countries, looking for innocent victims for their bloody feast. They, just like the ominous countess, shed rivers of blood on innocent civilians and end their young lives. Just like Erzsebet did with her sisters and many of her other victims.
They, like the countess, do not know what they are doing. They, intoxicated by the words of their ruler, sincerely believe that they are doing a good deed. Erzsebet also blindly believed that everything was done for a reason! What will become young and beautiful! That life will become fun and beautiful!
The same thing is happening in the minds of those who have chosen not neighboring villages, but neighboring camps as the field of their actions. They drown the unfortunate inhabitants of this country in the blood, blindly believing that this is not at all a terrible crime, which, without a doubt, is any murder, but a very godly deed! How else? After all, their ruler said that they weren’t going to war, but rather, figuratively speaking, a peaceful harvest of white dandelions in the fields of a neighboring country. And since, according to him, war is not a war, then the murders that follow it are not such, then you can safely kill, destroy, knowing that at home it is not a prison that awaits you, but cynical orders and medals! Which the bloody countess will hand over... That is, excuse me, I misspoke, which your ruler hands over into your hands, stained with the blood of innocent victims...
Sounds crazy, doesn't it? This can't happen!
Agree! Can not! Under no circumstances! Such cave savagery is inherent only in the dark periods of the Middle Ages. Such inhuman atrocities can only be committed in the dark dungeons of castles, and not in wheat fields warmed by the peaceful bright sun. In our age, the age of computer and technology, this simply cannot happen! This cannot happen under any circumstances! I was joking, of course!
After all, one cannot seriously believe that in our time there will be a madman who will believe, like the bloody countess, that killing is not a crime at all, and war is something similar to innocent child’s play.
Nowadays people are more educated, not medieval darkness. If they heard this from their soarer, they would not just twirl their finger at their temple. Outraged by such utter stupidity of someone they had previously trusted, they would certainly have tied him, if not to a tree, then to a pole in the center of the city, so that everyone could come up and spit on him as a sign of contempt. Of course, there is no need to smear it with honey (except perhaps with tar), but it would be quite logical to express your desire for the new a la countess, with her sadistic habits, by spitting!
But it is so. Just a lyrical digression. Sorry. I could not resist. It was really amusing that the crazy witch told the countess whatever she wanted, and she believed her... So, using the comparison, I wanted to warn gullible people that not every word needs to be believed. However, you are not medieval savages. You understand this yourself.
In our specific story, what follows is what can happen if you don’t stop a bloodthirsty ruler who has lost his mind and lost his sense of proportion in time.
Erzsebet's crazy fantasies could no longer be contained. She poured boiling oil on the peasant women, broke their bones, cut off their lips and ears and forced them to eat them. In the summer, her favorite pastime was to undress girls and place them tied up on an anthill. In winter, pour water on them in the cold until they turn into ice statues.
Read and listen to this for those who, perhaps, God has not yet brought, will face in the future the example of what we cited above. The words that the bloody countess doused peasant women with boiling oil, broke their bones, cut off their lips and ears and forced them to eat them, didn’t make you shudder?! After all, a ruler, if he is bloodthirsty and “lost his mind,” can drown in blood not only the inhabitants of neighboring villages and countries, but also you yourself! Don't lose your sanity! Don’t let your ruler, inspired by impunity and your own encouraging cries of “Odobryams!” didn’t bring the matter to the point that you yourself will then begin to utter screams of a completely different kind, if you end up being victims of the one whom you yourself made bloodthirsty...
Murders were committed not only in Ceyte, but also in two other castles in Erzsebet. And also on the waters in Pishtany, where the countess also tried to restore the disappearing beauty. It got to the point where she couldn't go even a few days without killing. Even in Vienna, where Erzsebet, by a grim coincidence, had a house on Bloody Street. It was literally called: Blutenstrasse. The villainess lured and killed street beggars.
One can only be surprised that she got away with it for so many years. Moreover, rumors about the crimes of the “Cheit creature” spread in waves around the area. Perhaps those who talk about the killer’s high patrons are right. Thus, witnesses recalled a noble lady who came to the castle in an elegant men's suit and invariably participated in torture and murder, after which she retired with the countess to the bedroom. We also saw a gloomy gentleman with a hood hiding his face. The servants whispered that this was the resurrected Vlad Dracula, who once did his dirty deeds in neighboring Wallachia. The dominance of black cats in the castle and the Kabbalistic signs inscribed on the walls did not hide from the eyes.
The Bloody Countess was going crazy more and more... It seemed like there would be no end to this hell...

Episode five
The most banal reason put an end to Erzsebet Bathory’s crimes. Needing money for her rejuvenation experiments, the Countess mortgaged one of the castles for two thousand ducats. Her son's guardian, Imre Medieri, raised a scandal, accusing her of squandering the family's property. She was summoned to Presburg, where all the nobles gathered for the Diet, including Emperor Matthias and her relative and patron Gyorgy Thurzo. The latter had already received a letter from the priest, who had to perform the funeral service for nine girls killed by Erzsebet at once. These were no longer vague guesses and assumptions. Everyone around already knew perfectly well that the Countess was a real killer!
At first, Thurzo was going to settle everything as a family and hush up this story.
But the bloodthirsty countess, who went into a rage, no longer able to live without blood and murder, lost her sense of proportion. She sent him a pie. Sensing something was wrong, Thurzo fed the pie to the dog. Guessing the countess’s treachery, the patron carefully observed the dog’s behavior, foreseeing the result. Horrified by the death throes of the unfortunate animal, Thurzo imagined himself in his place...
Struck by the treachery of his relative, the angry tycoon gave the matter a legal course. To begin with, he interrogated Erzsebet’s relatives who were in the city, who told a lot of interesting things. For example, her son-in-law Miklos Zrinyi was once visiting his mother-in-law, and his dog dug up a severed hand in the garden. The daughters of the accused were pale and repeated one thing: “Sorry mom, she’s not herself.”
Returning to Cheit, the Countess composed a witchcraft spell that Darvula taught her: “Little Cloud, protect Erzsebet, she is in danger... Send ninety black cats, let them tear into pieces the heart of Emperor Matthias and my cousin Thurzo, and the heart of the red Medieri...” Interesting wish to your blood relatives, isn't it?
Realizing that the earth was already burning under her feet, the countess should calm down. But no. We have already said that if a bloody man is not stopped in time, he will desire even more blood. This undeniable and firm truth was repeated everywhere and always. For all ages! It has now been confirmed.
Well, the sadist who had gone off the rails and was thirsty for blood could not resist the temptation when they brought to her the young maid Doritsa, who had been caught stealing sugar. Erzsebet beat her with a whip until she was exhausted, and other maids struck her with iron sticks. Without remembering herself, the Countess grabbed a hot iron and pushed it into Doritsa’s mouth all the way to her throat. The girl was dead, blood was all over the floor, and Chait’s owner’s anger was only flaring up. The assistants, who knew the hostess’s character and understood what she needed now, quickly brought two more maids. Only after beating them half to death did Erzsebet finally calm down...
The next morning Thurzo came to the castle with soldiers. In one of the rooms they found the dead Doritsa and two other girls still showing signs of life. In the basements, other terrible finds awaited the guests, stunned by what they saw: basins with dried blood, cages for captives, broken parts of the “iron maiden”.
Thurzo and the soldiers were shocked! They did not believe in the reality of what was happening! What he saw was so terrible that it could not help but terrify!
They also found irrefutable evidence: the countess’s diary, where she recorded all her atrocities. True, she did not remember the names of most of the victims or simply did not know them and wrote them down like this: “No. 169, short” or “No. 302, with black hair.” There were 610 names on the list!!! But not all those killed ended up there. It is believed that the “Cheyt creature” has at least 650 lives on its conscience.
Noticing the arrival of the soldiers, Erzsebet tried to escape. However, she was caught literally on the doorstep. It is worth noting that instruments of torture were carefully packed into one of the travel chests, without which she could no longer do...
Yeah... What can I say? When leaving home forever, a person usually, in addition to money, takes with him the most valuable things: photographs, things related to relatives. And the countess said this... Yes... Once again we will break down what everyone should remember like a prayer: this is what can happen if a murderer thirsty for blood is not stopped in time...
Thurzo, with his power, sentenced the countess to eternal imprisonment in her own castle. Her henchmen were brought to trial, where witnesses were finally able to tell everything they knew about the crimes of their former mistress.
Ilona and Dorka had their fingers crushed and then burned alive at the stake.
The hunchback Fitzko's head was cut off and his body was also thrown into the fire.
In April 1611, masons arrived in Chait and blocked the windows and doors of the countess's room with stones, leaving only a small gap for a bowl of food.
In captivity, Erzsebet Bathory lived in eternal darkness, eating only bread and water, without complaining or asking for anything.
She died on August 21, 1614 and was buried near the castle walls, next to the remains of her nameless victims.
They say that moans are still heard from the cursed castle at night, terrifying the area.
There is an opinion that a person cannot live only for himself. To, as they say, just eat, drink and sleep. He must certainly bring something good for all people. For your city, country. To leave behind something more or less significant on this earth that would bring people joy. Which could then be used by many generations.
Architects erect buildings, composers compose music that touches the ears of many generations, writers and artists, filmmakers create works that their children and grandchildren will then admire.
Others will leave behind something completely different... Like the heroine of our story. She is even listed in the Guinness Book of Records as the most brutal killer. There are so many victims to blame...
I heard someone complain that this book gets its calculations wrong. That Hitler has millions of ruined human lives on his conscience!
Yes... This is the lot of unkind, cruel, bloodthirsty people. Those who sow not goodness on the earth, but death and war, destruction and grief... They, like the countess, bathe in luxury during their lifetime, living in castles. And when they leave, they leave behind nothing but decay... Handfuls of decay buried in the ground...
But besides this, there is also memory. I will speak about someone with respect and honor even through the centuries.
And at the mention of another’s name, people will shudder in horror. Nothing but contempt will remain from them on earth...
All this fully applies to the heroine of our story...
Well, the big deal, to Hitler, since we mentioned him...
Who else could keep them company? How do you think?

Date this story was written: March 12, 2024
Place of birth of the story: Great Britain, North Wales, Flint, Bolingbroke Street 135.


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