As the castle doors creak and the thunder crashes, you feel a shiver run down your spine. The rain from above means you can't go back out to your horse-drawn carriage. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approach, as the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Your blood runs ice cold as you turn around.

Who would you rather see standing at the top of the stairs? Frankenstein, or Dracula? 

And how well do you know those (sometimes misunderstood) baddies, anyway? Do you think you have what it takes to tell them apart? It should be pretty easy! One is the cobbled-together flesh of the undead and one man's attempt at playing god. The other is a weird Transylvanian bat guy with big ol' teeth. You totally got this!

By the way, we all absolutely know that the proper name is "Frankenstein's Monster." But for the sake of brevity, we're going to call our guy "Frankenstein." It's friendlier, but still more formal than calling him "Frank." We don't know him well enough to call him "Frank."

Good luck!