It started raining and lighting lit up the sky like one of my many torches. Food supply was at a low and I couldn't find my way back home. Serves me right for making my home in the side of a mountain. The sun was quickly defeated by the moon and zombies started coming out of their resting place. That's when I saw it. A large castle fit for a king yet in the condition of a poor beggar. While it looked warm and inviting, it gave off a bad vibe. Yet the icy rain kept me moving forward into the castle. Once in I heard a demonic laugh and a click. I turned back and the opening was gone. Blood that had long since been hardened by time covered the floor, spelling out: welcome to my little slice of hell. Terrified, my breathing quickened and as I looked for a exit I suddenly became tired and dropped to my knees, asleep.....

When I woke up I was in a grand bedroom, decorated with gold. I finally assumed this must be the master bedroom. When I tried leaving, my foot was chained to the bed. Hours passed and I was losing my mind. Finally, I knew what I had to do. It was either lose my foot or lose my mind and I had to choose. Grabbing my iron sword, I tried hacking away at the chair by to no prevail so I purposely hit my foot. Screaming in agony I limped away from the crimson stained white sheets. I tore off my good shirt and bandaged the wound. Crying I bashed open the door and limped down the hallway. At the end was a horrifying sight. My wife, oh my dear wife, was lying on the floor, unmoving.

I yelled her name, "Liz, Liz!!!" But she never looked. When I called her name the third time she looked at me with empty eye sockets and in a evil voice said:

"You are never escaping this hell, John. Soon you shall join us.."

That's all it took. I pulled out my bow and yelling things like your not my wife, and imposter I shot her.. no it in the chest. It toppled back and disappeared in a flurry of black flames.

Panting, I looked at the window. I would jump out it and risk it all if the glass wasn't shatter proof. I tried again and again without prevail and finally wrote help with my own blood hoping my dear friend Dylan would see it. Dropping to my knees, I said a prayer and then I heard whispering. It got louder and louder. I felt myself going insane and blacked out only to be trapped in eternal darkness....



Dylans POV:

Walking in circles, I began getting very impatient. John was supposed to be back a long time ago and he had the wool for the beds. Deciding to grab my weapons and look for him, I left a trail of string where I went. Feeling like someone was watching me, I began getting uncomfortable. The last message I got from him was something mentioning a castle and then when I tried responding I was greeted my an error message.

After looking long and hard I found the castle. And that's when I started feeling nauseous.









Sorry guys about the bad story line. There will be more soon.. or will there. It depends if you like what I have or if I feel like adding to it. I hope you enjoyed what I have so far and if you liked feel free to leave some feedback!