The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.
But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

– Bram Stoker

Dracula, Chapter 2. Jonathan Harker’s visit to Dracula’s castle has taken on a very sinister character. With a mounting sense of dread, he soon realizes that he is not a guest at the castle, as he had thought, but a prisoner. There is no available exit and all doors are bolted to him.