[Before he could even respond with his wild reasoning, he shrieked at the haunted bench. Suddenly, he was no longer around William's leg. Somehow, he had managed to launch himself onto the hanging light fixture. Wynona looked at William, then at Wander. Her bravado was quickly fading.

From this height, Wander could see something over the pile of rusty old cots and tables, something impossibly long and moving.]

It's Dracula, Will! Over there!!

[But by the time he pointed at it, it was already gone.]