TheHitachi

I stood silently in front of the dark, mysterious castle under a full moon, as the carriage which brought me here rode off into the fog in the distance, the driver soaked in the pouring rain, the horses agitated by thunder and lightning. In front of me stood an old, ornate door, which looked far too big to be opened by any normal human. A lightning strike hit the weathervane on the peak of the massive, disconcerting castle.  Lights flickered. A wolf howled to my left, and when I instinctively looked over, a graveyard lay dilapidated, with ruined mausoleums standing scattered around the dreary, disconcerting field. The silhouette of a figure s