Have you ever thought what a lonely old world this would be, were there no-one you could call a friend? A good friend. Someone who thinks as you do, likes what you like, and even more than that, they like to spend time with you. Someone with whom you could share any confidence, any time. So it's no wonder that in the small, isolated, New England town of Mystic Falls, rich, old, Horace Cramer was delighted when a man his own age moved next door and became Horace's friend. The time was 1910, but lets leave the story telling to someone who lived through those curious and perplexing days...