When I was 10, I brought up the subject of vampires with the family cleaning lady. She was from Lithuania, and had a morbid streak. (I can remember the many conversations she had with mother about our dead relatives.) She gave me the skinny on bloodsuckers. "The full moon, they come out." "You die, so they live, that's how the world is."
Realizing that she had scared me half out of my wits, she added that that was in the old days, in the old country.
Now, I hadn't been scared of vampires before we had our little chat. But I have been ever since.
This having been said, I went to Transylvania College for two years. There is a crypt in the main building, but all the occupants are believed to stay put. One of them, the great naturalist, Constantine Rafinesque, is supposed to have put a curse on the college, but he stayed deceased.