“Show your friend around the castle while I clear away the dishes.” Christine’s mum has said, “I’m sure you’d like to see it wouldn’t you sweetie.”
“Oh yes I would, is it really haunted?”
Christine and her mum looked at each other, “Och no, it’s a story to scare folks and attract visitors, no ghosts there.”
Christine led me out of the huge dining room and through several doors to the front entrance of the wee castle. It wasn’t huge like most castles, but a miniature version, maybe a quarter the size, but it was perfectly formed and beautiful. I gazed at the ornate ceilings that looked like upside down wedding beautifully iced.
It was cold in the castle, even in August.
“Why is it so cold?” I asked, but got no answer.
My friend Christine had disappeared.
“Christine!” I yelled, alarmed.
The door in front of me slammed shut. I turned and ran to the door at the opposite side of the room. I was scared, although I didn’t know why. It slammed shut too, just before I got there. Grabbing the handle I tugged on it, willing it to open.
“Christine it’s not funny, let me out”
The temperature dropped quickly and I began to shiver. The sun blasted through the huge windows and I ran to them, hoping to get someone’s attention. The wooden shutters closed on their own. I was trapped in darkness.
The door behind me opened slowly, its ancient hinges groaning.
“Christine that wasn’t funny,” I said as I turned around.
Oh no, please, no!
I wanted to scream, but couldn’t muster up the energy. Terror sapped my strength as I backed slowly away from the green light that seeped through the door. The room was icy cold, my breath formed a cloud hovering in front my face.
The air was full of whispers!