The Blood Countess: Elizabeth Báthory

Now, Sabrina Deanna Roga and Corinne Vien take you inside the castle on the hill and the centuries-old legend of the Blood Countess.

Girls came to her castle dreaming of learning from such a noble woman.

Instead, they learned only of agony and were met with a brutal demise.

Because Elizabeth Bathory, with all her power, could do whatever she wanted.

And what she wanted was to kill.

Atop a steep, moonlit hill in western Slovakia sit the ruins of Četa Castle.

By day, the castle welcomes hundreds of visitors, but locals know not to come here after dark.

They say the air turns different once the sun sets, becoming heavy, electric, like history coming back to life.

But tonight, one man has no choice.

The caretaker.

He's on his nightly rounds, locking the gate after the final tour.

It's a simple task, one he's done hundreds of times before.

He's heard the stories, the legends, the history, the whispers of the blood countess and her murderous, torturous acts.

The countless women and girls whose lives she stole within the walls of this very castle.

The infamous baths.

The blood baths.

But that was centuries ago.

Surely those ghost stories that people whisper in the dark are just old wives' tales meant to send shivers down your spine.

Soon, though, the caretaker will realize maybe these ghost stories are told because they are real.

As the man turns his key, locking the gate, a sound troubles him.

It's a woman's scream, faint but unmistakable.

He spins on his heels, now facing the looming castle, and he listens.

An eerie quiet unsettles him to his core, the sound of his heartbeat proving dreadful.

But nothing is more terrifying than the scream that echoes through the night sky.

It's coming from inside.