by Blue Lightning

Created on: April 25, 2008   Last Updated: April 29, 2008

I'm moving cautiously forward into the dark, deep, unexplored blackness of the night. Hot, humid air runs across my face, making me sweat. My breathing rapidly increases. I attempt to look around, but see nothing, nothing but total pitch-blackness and the shadows cast from the broken tombstones. Not caring at all about not being able to see, I feel my way through the curved trees and cluttered vines overlapping the trail on which I am walking. After numerous struggles, I notice a flickering light...a light that leads me to a haunted castle.

My eyes grow wide as I study the shattered windows and the constant opening and closing of the doors. Just when I start to approach them, a terrible growl echoes in my ears. I turn quickly, left, right, up, and looking down, I see a vicious, genetically mutated, rabid wolf the size of a car. With burning eyes, blood-soaked fangs and a roar bigger than the sky, it leaps toward me at breakneck speed. I don't scream; I just run, run, run. I pray to the Lord for a split second, and I dare not look back. Why? Because the wolf might already be at my heels.

I dive through the castle gates and manage to close them just before getting flattened. The wolf is now furiously clawing and biting at the gates, with me expecting them to bend or break any second. I continue running, my lungs feeling as if they were about to explode. I ignore the
feeling and slowly approach the doors. I turn the handle; it clicks open, and where I expected to see myself dead on the floor was instead a nice but decrepit foyer with a broken 20-flight stairway.

'Hmm,' I think out loud, 'Obviously, they've never heard of paying someone to fix those stairs. How am I going to explore this castle now?'

Contemplating another way to get past this, I move along the walls, hoping to find a secret passageway. A smile spreads over my face when my hand touches a switch. This moment does not last, however, because when the light flickers on again, I feel myself being torn apart and falling to my doom. Blood pools on the floor, and the last thing I see is the same wolf I had escaped earlier. The one I thought to be gone now looms over me, feasting on whatever it could get its claws on. The last thing that comes out of my mouth is a death moan; I am gone forever now.

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