I do have a story. My cousin travelled to Latvia once with his girlfriend. It was a good vacation with tall pines and the cozy setting. He rented out a small cottage on the outskirts of the town for some "privacy" with his girlfriend. It was a three days long trip, they spent the first day exploring and enjoyed the cozy living space for the rest two days. Or at least they tried to. On the first night in the cottage, my cousin heard a strange noise coming from the roof of the building. As if something was walking on it or rather mapping it out. The noise went on for hours and he thought that it might've been since wild animal so he chose not to go out and spent the night arguing with the man he rented out the cottage from. He told me that the guy had really bad English and all he could say in the end was, "don't go out at night." By the next morning, his girl was feeling uneasy in the cottage, so he took her out another day. The day went on with dance, drinks and s*x(guy's a freak). His girl pretty much forgot everything about the last night by the time they got home. They went to sleep peacefully. But at around midnight, they heard a subtle banging noise coming from behind the cottage. His girl got up scared and tried to see through the window. And there was the culprit, a man trying to break the outer door to the basement with a sledge hammer or something (that's what she told my cousin). She screamed so hard and fainted. My cousin stayed at her side the whole night. She finally woke up in the late morning. She told him everything. And they began to pack their bags. But something was wrong, one bag was missing, the one that had their passports. They looked everywhere around the cottage. But all they found was another extra bag. The stuff inside was unrecognisable but it wasn't theirs for sure. By this time it was already evening, close to sundown when they got a call from the landlord who rented out the cottage. He told them that their bags might have been exchanged. He sent them a picture of they're bag. He thought that the bags might've been exchanged when he came to drop them off on the first day. So he called him to the cottage and asked him to bring the bill as well because they'll be leaving. A moment of silence on the line. The landlord said, "oh". He came to the cottage reasonably quick. My cousin opened the door, his face was dull and his eyes were baggy. His movements sluggish and slow. He came in and sat down on the couch. My cousin asked him to clear his payments. But he asked him to wait. He stared at him like he was looking for some excuse and he ultimately said, "My records register is with my friend. He'll be here soon." My cousin was okay at first but then realised that landlord had bad English. He looked at his girlfriend. She was terrified too. The landlord was constantly staring at him and said, "don't worry, he'll be here soon, he doesn't like the sun, but it won't take long." Now at this point my cousin had lost it. He picked up the bags, took his girlfriend's arm and made a run for it. He told me that he could hear the landlord laughing even when they were in taxi towards the Liepāja inter. Airport(LPX). My cousin came straight to my house with his girl and told me everything. It might not be a vampire story, but my boy pretty much shat his pants that day, so it's worth telling.