The rain kept pounding against the windshield with great force, as the thunder rumbled in the distance. Mike squinted as he tried to see past the frantic windshield wipers, which were racing to keep the water away. He glanced over at Micky for a second before turning his eyes back to the road. Micky was lounging in the passenger seat. His eyes were drooping and a newspaper lay in his lap unread.

Through the rearview mirror, Mike could see Peter and Davy in the backseat, using each other for a pillow. A bolt of lightening illuminated the sky, startling the sleepers.
“Wow! Did you see that?”

“Of course we saw that Mike! You’d have to be blind to miss a light show like that!”

“No Micky… That…” Mike pointed to what appeared to be a large castle in the distance.

Micky shook a little as he sat up, clutching the side of his seat. “Is that a castle?”

“Yeah. Spooky looking too. I sure would hate to wind up lost in a place like that.” Davy teased.

“Wa… what?”

“Micky just sit down and forget about it, all right?” Peter whined from the backseat.

“Yeah. I… I should just forget about it. I mean we ARE going past it, right?” Micky said nervously as he leaned back against his seat.

“I wouldn’t count on that just now.” Mike answered in an unusually calm tone as the car came to a stop. There was a road block in front of the car with signs that read: “Dead End” and “turn Back” Mike started to back the car up only to run over something, puncturing one of the tires.

“What’s wrong Mike?”

“Looks like we got a flat.”

“A flat? Are you sure?” Peter yawned.

“We ain’t movin’ are we?” Mike hit the steering wheel with his fist. “Damn it!”

“What’re we gonna do now?” Davy asked as he leaned over the front seat.

Mike scratched his head as he thought. “Well… we’re goin’ to have to call some one for help.”

“Where? There’s no one around for miles.” Micky remarked.

Mike looked out the window, back at the castle they had passed. “We could try in there.”

“You must be joking! It’s pouring out there, and that has to be a mile walk just to the gate!” Micky exclaimed.

“Then we’ll have to walk a mile to the gate.” Mike answered as he opened the car door.
Peter and Davy took Mike’s cue and joined him outside in the rain. Davy came around to Micky’s window and peeked in. Micky rolled the window down only to be hit in the face with water.

“Are you just going to sit in the car all night, or are you coming with us?”

“If you think I’m going to walk all that way in this rain, just so we can use the phone, you’re crazy! I’m stayin’ here.”

“Suit yourself.” Davy walked away and caught up with Mike and Peter. Micky rolled the window back up and leaned against the seat. He couldn’t be left alone for more than a few seconds though. He quickly opened the car door and ran out, using the newspaper to keep dry.

“Wait for me!” He shouted after the others as he ran to catch up with them. He paused in front of the gate, once he reached it, to read a sign that read: “Enter at your own risk”.

The walk wasn’t as long as they had expected, because they had reached the castle door in a couple minutes. Mike looked over at Micky, who was ringing the water out of his newspaper.

“Didn’t work much did it?” He chuckled.

Micky grumbled back at Mike as he pulled his soaked curls out of his eyes. Mike knocked on the door then the four waited for an answer. A couple moments later the door creaked open and a man peeked his face through the opening.

“Hello…” He said slowly.
He had whitish-blond hair that was long and stringy. His eyes and cheeks looked sunken in.

Mike gulped and his voice cracked a little as he spoke. “Um… hello sir. Our uh car broke down out front and we thought we could use your phone.”

“You’re wet…” He looked at Micky.

“Yes it’s raining.” Micky answered then whispered “Dumbass.”

“I think perhaps you better all… come inside...” He said as he creaked the door open more. The Monkees reluctantly walked inside the castle. Peter, last as usual, smiled as he walked past.

“You’re too kind.”
Once inside the four of them looked around and heard a commotion coming from the next room.

“What’s uh… going on in there?” Mike asked.

“You boys have arrived on a special night. You see this is one of the master’s affairs…”

“Oh. Lucky him.” Davy smirked.

They were surprised as a woman in a French maid’s uniform and fishnets came sliding down the banister.

“He’s lucky, I’m lucky, you’re lucky, we’re all lucky!” She cackled.

“Excuse my sister Magenta.”

“She’s your sister?” Micky asked

“Yes. Er... I’m Riff Raff.”

“It’s very nice to meet you both.” Peter said with a full dimple smile.

“I don’t think it’s so nice.” Micky whispered to Davy.

“We’ll will make sure that you’re all comfortable during your stay here.” Said Magenta
with her thick Transylvanian accent.

“Well we really just want to use the phone.” Said Mike, getting impatient.

“Right this way…”
Riff Raff and Magenta led the Monkees into the next room where a party was in full swing.

“Where’d all these people come from? There weren’t any other cars out there.” Micky asked.

“I… don’t know Mick.”

Magenta and Riff Raff were off to the side whispering to each other.
“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” Davy asked.

“Well Magenta and I think you should see the master.”

“The master? B... but who…” Mike trailed off.

“Yes. But first we must get you out of these wet clothes. Don’t need you to catch cold now do we?” Magenta answered. Her and Riff Raff stripped the guys down to their underwear, leaving them shivering.

“Don’t want us to catch cold? Then what do they call this?” Peter whispered to the others.

Suddenly everyone turned and faced the far end of the room where an elevator shaft was. A man stepped out of the elevator door and smiled at the Monkees. He wore a long black cape and high heel shoes.

“Is that the master?” Mike asked as the man strutted down the steps and up to where they stood.

“That’s Dr. Frank ‘n’ Furter. Master of this castle.”