"I hate him" he is so rude.
★★★★FlashBack★★★ ★
After my head hit the wall my eyes were still wide open as one of our gang members tries to challenge the monster it kept changing into different creatures and immediately swept our leader "Scorpion" off his feet.
He held him so tight and started strangling him to death, Green noticed it and immediately pick up a stick hitting the monster so hard. He clenched his jaws angrily still holding Scorpion very tight.
"Bloody leeches he let out a long annoyed hiss under his breath."
He turned his back and grab Green so hard breaking his bones one by one. That was when I started falling unconscious.
★★★★End Of Flashback ★★★★
I looked closely at the two dead bodies "oh! no this is Scorpion and Green I can't believe this."
I ran out of the room shocked, this is unbelievable.
"Oh my God! What did I just see
I entered the room and locked the door almost immediately. Was Logan the monster?"
"Creeeaak!"
The old castle door screeched loudly as I heard footsteps fast approaching my room.
"Who could that be"? I heard a faint knock on the door.
I stood up peeping through the keyhole, Oh! no, it was him. What should I do? Immediately I pick up one of the knives I used for eating I hid it carefully under my shorts. I slowly open the door.
Hi,
I can see you are done eating. How are you feeling now? he asked.
I am okay, I mumbled slowly.
He smiled.
"That's okay, I will send a maid to you to take you on a tour around the castle. I am sure you would love it inside my castle."
I twitched and turned to him again.
"Your castle? I thought it was a haunted house owned by a mysterious creature? How come it is yours? Or are you the monster?" I asked him.
★★★★Later In The Evening★★★★
In the evening, a lady walked in with a basket, she introduced herself.
"Good evening ma'am" she greeted calmly shining her sparkling white teeth. "I am Lydia"
I got to see the garden, swimming pool, and recreational area in the end, I got to confess this place was damn too big and stocked with a lot of fun things.
Later, she took me to the library it was looking too old. The library is small, but the shelves were filled with a great variety of books.
Lydia and I spent time together, talking mostly about the recreational areas in the castle.
As Lydia and I continued our conversation, I couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered in the air. The contrast between the seemingly normal tour and the horrific events from earlier left me on edge.
Lydia guided me through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle, each step unveiling more mysteries. Despite the charming appearance of the recreational areas, I couldn't help but wonder if there were hidden secrets within the walls.
As we walked through the dimly lit hallways, Lydia spoke in hushed tones, sharing tales of the castle's history. She avoided direct answers about the monstrous occurrences, and a sense of suspicion grew within me.
Eventually, we reached a room with a heavy, ornate door. Lydia hesitated before unlocking it. "This is the heart of the castle," she whispered cryptically.
The room revealed a vast, ancient library, its shelves lined with dusty tomes and mysterious artifacts. The air felt heavy with the weight of forgotten knowledge. Lydia explained that this library held the secrets of generations, chronicling the lives of those who had lived within the castle.
As we explored the room, my eyes caught a peculiar book bound in worn leather. I pulled it from the shelf, and Lydia's expression shifted. "That's a forbidden book," she cautioned.
Intrigued, I opened the forbidden tome, revealing cryptic symbols and arcane writings. As I delved deeper into its pages, the truth of the castle began to unravel. It held the story of a cursed lineage, a family entangled with dark forces, and the monstrous transformation that plagued them.
Lydia, appearing increasingly anxious, pleaded with me to put the book back. But it was too late. The revelations within the forbidden pages had awakened something dormant in the castle.
As the air thickened with an ominous energy, a haunting whisper echoed through the library. Shadows danced on the walls as the castle itself seemed to respond to the unlocking of its secrets.
I turned to Lydia, seeking answers, but her eyes betrayed a fear that mirrored my own. The echoes of the past reverberated through the halls, and the true nature of the castle, once concealed, now demanded acknowledgment.
The tour that began as a seemingly ordinary exploration now morphed into a journey through the depths of darkness. The haunted history of the castle emerged, and the lines between reality and the supernatural blurred, leaving me to confront a reality more chilling than the ghost stories I had initially imagined.
As the echoes of the haunting whispers lingered in the library, Lydia and I found ourselves caught in the grip of an unfolding nightmare. The forbidden book, now open before us, held the key to the castle's malevolent past.
The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, casting eerie shadows on the ancient walls. The symbols in the book glowed faintly, as if responding to some unseen force. Lydia, visibly distressed, urged me to close the book and leave the library, but a sense of determination drove me to unravel the castle's mysteries.
As I delved deeper into the forbidden tome, the words painted a grim picture of a family cursed through generations. A pact with a malevolent entity had shackled them to a cycle of darkness, culminating in monstrous transformations that plagued the castle.
The haunting whispers intensified, and the room itself seemed to come alive with ethereal presences. Suddenly, the heavy door creaked closed behind us, trapping Lydia and me in the heart of the castle's enigma.
A ghostly figure materialized in the center of the room, its form shifting between human and monstrous. It spoke with the tormented voices of the past, recounting tales of betrayal, revenge, and the ceaseless hunger for redemption.
Lydia trembled, recognizing the entity as a manifestation of the cursed lineage. "We must appease the spirits," she pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "The curse demands restitution."
The ghostly figure advanced, its presence enveloping us. The air turned icy, and the weight of the castle's history pressed upon our shoulders. Desperation etched across Lydia's face, she revealed a hidden chamber within the library, concealing a ritual that could potentially break the curse.
Reluctantly, we followed her to the concealed chamber. Symbols and artifacts adorned the walls, and an altar stood at the center.