The deadly night, it awaits the new comers with in the castle walls.
The castle it's self seemed abandon, this place eerie and foul smelling. The great front oaken doors, rotten... the hinges rusted and beyond decay, the windows shattered... with an odd red tint inside.
The moat seemed to bubble with a thick black liquid, this place was one of the last true gates of hell.
Would you cross the crippled bridge?
Stones falling from towers, vines of long since dead plants, the wilted blossoms of ancient flowers...
As if this place was at one time actually happy.
The moat bubbled like a vat of grotesque liquid, steaming lightly with putrid vapors, tall lanky like trees grew up high into the castle actually digging their water seeking roots into the brick of which the castle was layen upon.
Upon a headstone carved in stone it states:"To here I lay, to never breath, ever a wither away shall I stay, underneath this gate to hell, I'll never see the light of day. Tis was my doing, never mess with the things of the devil and there I degrese.."
I hope this is alright to post o.o;;;;
