The old castle in the mountains always felt eerie to Frank.
The cold grey stones, the towering gargoyles and the flickering yellow light seemed to hold dark secrets and conceal real monsters in their shadows. Moreover, he had a feeling that someone was watching him every time he came there.
Still, he did not hesitate as he walked to the large door.
He lifted the cobra knocker and tapped on the hardwood before stepping back. His working eye swept over his surroundings as he waited. He could not deny that despite the eldritch atmosphere, the castle was not without charm.
The castle was covered in creeping ivy and the gardens were blooming with beautiful flowers. The scent of roses joined the crickets in the darkening dusk to create a unique symphony that tickled the senses.
However, Frank could not focus on the appeal due to his nervousness.
After waiting for a few minutes, the heavy door opened.
