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The Castle



"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the scream cuts to the bone.

"What was that?!" I run towards the half open door.
"I see a shadow!" Dorian blocks my sight. I can't see a thing. 
"A shadow of what?!" I squeal.
"An animal or something? I don’t know. It’s moving!"
"Let’s light a torch. Maybe we can scare it." 
"Great idea."

Smoking is terrible for your health, luckely Dorian doesn't give a damn about it.
We wrap a handkerchief around a piece of wood. Using his lighter we put the thing on fire.  

"Where are we anyway?"  
"I haven’t got the foggiest idea…"
"Maybe that creature in the other room can help us."
"Or it eats us alive."
 -_________________________-
"Anyhow, we need to get out of here."

A huge beam is blocking the door. I can't seem to open the door far enough to escape through.

"Move it, pussy. I’ll show you how a real man does it."

He pushes the door. The beam doesn’t move an inch.

"MphhhGmmphhhh…"
"Oh. So, 'to do it like a real man', I have to sound like a boiling water kettle while pushing the door."
"GRMBL."
"There must be another way out."

The window? We won’t survive the fall.
Wait a sec. In these old castles…. Aren’t there always hidden rooms and stuff?
 I crawl over the floor. I touch every brick of the mantel piece.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?"
"Found it!"

A hollow brick. Push it and…. Nothing. -___________________-

"What exactly did you find?"
"Shut up, Anderson. You-"

The mantelpiece suddenly moves. Ha!

We enter the secret passage. 
The passage is filled with headless corpses, left behind to rot. 
I examine the bodies. This has recently happened. Not more than 10 minutes ago…

"Yikes. Let’s get out of here!"
"Don’t panic. If we panic, we’re lost. So, stay calm. We need to focus. Whatever has done this, may still be here."
"Do you think that creature has something to do with it?"
"I don’t know, but whatever has done this… It’s not human."
"Over there!"

The shadow from earlier is standing over one of the corpses. It rips of its head. And now it’s staring right at us.

"RUN!!!!!!!!"

We run as fast as we can. We jump over the corpses, slide under fallen beams. We run, but the creature closes us in. It’s only a matter of time before….

Suddenly the floor beneath us breaks. We fall. I hit my head and lose consciousness.

"Kain? Wake up! You’re getting late for school."

Was it just a dream?

I shuffle to the bathroom and look in the mirror. My head is bleeding…


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