Heaven's Falling
Sir...
I do not understand these shallow cries for hope. Why they come to me or why their never ceasing. This castle is one that so long ago I found terrifying, now I call it home. I have become part of this horror show.
Sincerely
The Witch’s Cat
I walk down the halls eery shadows flickering in the night, with each step I take. It’s a horror fest to say the very least. The iridescent lights barely casting enough light to see by. The first haunt I encounter is the ghost of old Fred. Fredrick of Germany, knight of the kings. He lived long ago and chose to haunt this house.
“Miss how are you on this dreadful night?” His ghastly choking voice echo through the empty corridor.
“Sir Fredrick I have been quite busy of late, but I do quite enjoy your company. I have been rather upset lately wondering if He will come back after all its almost 20 years to the day.” I reply to the friendly ghost, he spits in disgust if a ghost can spit.
“Well may I say I can ask around and see if he is alive. I have connections in all realms but only power here.” (This twas not the first time Fredrick had suggested such a dark thing, but this should be the first time the Witch ever really thought about it.) I hesitated a little longer then I should have so the ghost smiles in triumph.
“Missy guess tonight is the night you will see if you can truly break free.” He laughs for the first time in my knowing of him, his voice dry and hard. He swoops around head held high off to gather his ghastly companions. I smile to myself before wandering farther down the hall and into my room. I cast my dress aside and grab a maroon silk night gown. Sliding it over my head, I jump as my door slowly creaks open. I hear a slight growl and chuckle. A larger than normal black wolf walks in, a human like glint in his eyes. This now this is my dear friend Chester, be around since the dawn of time. He was first here to guard us and make sure we never left but now his only wish is for us to leave. Me and the Witch’s Cat that is.
“Mistress how may I be of service tonight?” His growly rasp barely reaches my ears, I kneel down and motion for him to come closer.
“I fear tonight’s haunting may be the worst one yet, I fear He coming. But this time he’s not alone.” I whisper in his furry neck, a low growl racks his muscular body.
“Have no fear, I will protect you and Cat till my dying breath.” He licks my cheek before bounding out to prowl the hallways in case of my capture’s return.
I grab my notebook and turn to my barely legibal scribbles from 20 years ago.
Mommy and Daddy disappeared today, but this nice stranger who had blood covering his shirt helped me, and Ella. I know now that he truly didn’t mean to help and that he was the one to make mommy and daddy disappear along with brother. I wonder if he truly means to harm us. He said he wouldn’t be around for long and only want to make the most of our time. What could he possibly mean? I wonder know if everyone in this world is really kind. Is it all just an act or just some show to act like they truly care because in reality they don’t…
The red sticky blood covered the walls of the kitchen and I believe I saw two figures resembling Mommy and Daddy, laying destroyed on the floor. I cannot believe what has happened…. You said you would always protect me…
-Your little girl…
(Now why didn’t she write her name you ask, well she didn’t know how to spell it and it just didn’t seem right, but oh how she regrets that now…)
I open to a new page in the heavy tattered leather bound journal. I smile down at the paper and write oh so carefully exactly what I need to. My last entry for eternity… or so I hope it is. My final page, I’ll keep it hidden here for those of the next chapter of this castle but for now only I know its secrets.
I write only a simple sentence.
Good luck with this Castle of Haunts.
Love,
The one without a name
I shut the journal tightly and lay it on the old wooden desk just as the first dark screams fill the castle.
Sincerely
The Witch’s Cat
I walk down the halls eery shadows flickering in the night, with each step I take. It’s a horror fest to say the very least. The iridescent lights barely casting enough light to see by. The first haunt I encounter is the ghost of old Fred. Fredrick of Germany, knight of the kings. He lived long ago and chose to haunt this house.
“Miss how are you on this dreadful night?” His ghastly choking voice echo through the empty corridor.
“Sir Fredrick I have been quite busy of late, but I do quite enjoy your company. I have been rather upset lately wondering if He will come back after all its almost 20 years to the day.” I reply to the friendly ghost, he spits in disgust if a ghost can spit.
“Well may I say I can ask around and see if he is alive. I have connections in all realms but only power here.” (This twas not the first time Fredrick had suggested such a dark thing, but this should be the first time the Witch ever really thought about it.) I hesitated a little longer then I should have so the ghost smiles in triumph.
“Missy guess tonight is the night you will see if you can truly break free.” He laughs for the first time in my knowing of him, his voice dry and hard. He swoops around head held high off to gather his ghastly companions. I smile to myself before wandering farther down the hall and into my room. I cast my dress aside and grab a maroon silk night gown. Sliding it over my head, I jump as my door slowly creaks open. I hear a slight growl and chuckle. A larger than normal black wolf walks in, a human like glint in his eyes. This now this is my dear friend Chester, be around since the dawn of time. He was first here to guard us and make sure we never left but now his only wish is for us to leave. Me and the Witch’s Cat that is.
“Mistress how may I be of service tonight?” His growly rasp barely reaches my ears, I kneel down and motion for him to come closer.
“I fear tonight’s haunting may be the worst one yet, I fear He coming. But this time he’s not alone.” I whisper in his furry neck, a low growl racks his muscular body.
“Have no fear, I will protect you and Cat till my dying breath.” He licks my cheek before bounding out to prowl the hallways in case of my capture’s return.
I grab my notebook and turn to my barely legibal scribbles from 20 years ago.
Mommy and Daddy disappeared today, but this nice stranger who had blood covering his shirt helped me, and Ella. I know now that he truly didn’t mean to help and that he was the one to make mommy and daddy disappear along with brother. I wonder if he truly means to harm us. He said he wouldn’t be around for long and only want to make the most of our time. What could he possibly mean? I wonder know if everyone in this world is really kind. Is it all just an act or just some show to act like they truly care because in reality they don’t…
The red sticky blood covered the walls of the kitchen and I believe I saw two figures resembling Mommy and Daddy, laying destroyed on the floor. I cannot believe what has happened…. You said you would always protect me…
-Your little girl…
(Now why didn’t she write her name you ask, well she didn’t know how to spell it and it just didn’t seem right, but oh how she regrets that now…)
I open to a new page in the heavy tattered leather bound journal. I smile down at the paper and write oh so carefully exactly what I need to. My last entry for eternity… or so I hope it is. My final page, I’ll keep it hidden here for those of the next chapter of this castle but for now only I know its secrets.
I write only a simple sentence.
Good luck with this Castle of Haunts.
Love,
The one without a name
I shut the journal tightly and lay it on the old wooden desk just as the first dark screams fill the castle.
5/31/13