In the quiet town of Deadmon, where misty forests surrounded the quaint houses and the moon shone eerily bright, whispers of an ancient curse echoed through the streets. Some said it began with the enigmatic Van Helsing family, whose dark legacy cast a shadow on the town for centuries. A legacy of the undead.

Lucy Van Helsing walked through the graveyard, her breath misting in the cold night air. She was a young woman with a haunted look in her eyes, burdened by the knowledge of her family's dark past. As she paused at her ancestors' graves, an unsettling wind whistled through the tombstones, carrying with it the faint sound of whispers.

"Lucy," a voice called out from the darkness. She turned to see her brother, Ethan, emerging from the shadows. His face was solemn, his eyes reflecting the same haunted gaze as hers.

"We need to uncover the truth about our family's legacy," Ethan said, his voice tight with urgency. "The town is living in denial, but we both know the truth."

"I don't want to believe it," Lucy replied, her voice quavering with fear. "But the signs are there. The disappearances, the strange occurrences. Our ancestors' dark deeds are returning to haunt us."