I was uncertain if the bone-deep chill coursing through my body was from the frigid air or fear. But either way, The cold of the steel bars of the gate made my hands even colder as I pushed it open. The whistle of the wind through the undergrowth made the cold even worst. Inside the stone wall, I tried to get my barring. But nothing looks the same as it did in the daylight. Come to think of it daylight hadn’t been that much brighter then it was now.
I just needed to get in the old castle and back out again without dying. Not dying would be nice. I found the steps to the back door. To my surprise, the key I’d stolen from the drawing-room fit the large cast-iron lock mounted to the door. The key felt like it was going to break off inside the lock at any moment. But it held, and the works moved and I felt the tension release on the door as it loosened up.
My heart was racing again as I pushed the door open. More cold air greeted me inside.
Shining my flashlight around I found what I was looking for.
On a small wooden table on the back wall of the room was a book. The large leather-bound tome was heavy. I had to use both arms to cradle it to my chest to carry it.
Just as I reached the door and was about to step back into the night air: I felt another presence.
Turning around I looked back into the room.
She was standing next to the stable where the book had been.
Hopefully, there was a spell in this book that would make her go away.
I just needed to get in the old castle and back out again without dying. Not dying would be nice. I found the steps to the back door. To my surprise, the key I’d stolen from the drawing-room fit the large cast-iron lock mounted to the door. The key felt like it was going to break off inside the lock at any moment. But it held, and the works moved and I felt the tension release on the door as it loosened up.
My heart was racing again as I pushed the door open. More cold air greeted me inside.
Shining my flashlight around I found what I was looking for.
On a small wooden table on the back wall of the room was a book. The large leather-bound tome was heavy. I had to use both arms to cradle it to my chest to carry it.
Just as I reached the door and was about to step back into the night air: I felt another presence.
Turning around I looked back into the room.
She was standing next to the stable where the book had been.
Hopefully, there was a spell in this book that would make her go away.
