Every year, during the first full week of October, the castle, on the hill, begins its annual ritual. First, the small path through the forest, that outlines the west side of town, becomes overthrown with thistles and thorns. The air grows thick, with a faint stench of burned flesh. It’s suffocating! Adventurers have attempted to win the challenge of making it to the castle; but, so few have succeeded. Those who have, have not been seen again…. They appear in dreams of family members.
The darkness of nightfall is an unrecognizable black. There’s no light, not a mere shimmer, sparkle, or drop of light anywhere. The stars, that are lucky to appear through the dense fog, lead humans only so far. Curiosity is such a deadly game. Bats fly over head, screeching the blood-curling call to the others of the tribe. The villagers heard these animals triple in size, at the first sign of night.
Most would say the devil himself has returned for a visit. Animals desert the grounds and the spine-tingling aura. Should one make it to the castle gate, he or she would be greeted by wart covered trolls. The potent smell of rotten eggs and old gym socks travel behind these creatures, unbearably stinky. Rumor has it, they don’t usually eat humans, just occasionally, for the protein.
“WOW!”, Sakurai declared, as if completely engulfed in the story.
“How do you know all of this to be truthful?”, he then suspiciously inquired. His eye lids fell to midpoint of the eye frame, and his arms crossed confirmed he questioned the tale.
“I don’t know!”, Randushi admitted,
“You’ll just have to find out the truth for yourself Sakurai!”He continued.
” Risk my future for some old horror tale ; I think not!” Sakurai hissed.
” Oh? When you’re scared, I guess it is best to stay where you’re safe!” Randushi concluded.
Sakurai kept silent. He wasn’t going to confirm nor deny that statement. Truth be told, no one knew he visited those woods last year….
If terrifying reality could ever shut the door to the past, that silent scream and horrifying expierence accomplished the goal for Sakurai.
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“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza