Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

   I always remember that horrifying  night when my parents and I  had gone to Sleepy Hollow Castle.  I was wondering around the castle when suddenly  I was thrown into the  ten feet deadly pool below. 
    The unfortunate  incident disturbed the stillness of Bkack Friday  night. My parents and I were  at home prrparing ourselves  to visit Sleepy Hollow Castle.  Legend was, that twelve years ago a wizard by the name of Dracula was looking through his bedroom window when he lost his balance and fell into the pool. He died instantly  and ever since then his spirit  had haunted the  halls of Sleepy  Hollow Castle. We left a short while later and arrived full of anticipation at the spooky, abandoned castle.
  To our surprise, a " No Trespassing  Allowed " sign greeted us at the entrance. "Aww nuts!" I exclaimed in disappointment.  We were really looking forward to explore the place. As we turned to leave, the gate creaked open to reveal a mountainous path towards the castle. "What are you waiting for son? Lets go!" I followed  my parents up the treacherous path and wrang the doorbell. The door creaked open  to reveal an old gentleman who looked like a thousand years old.  Suddenly,  we felt ourselves being sucked into the castle like a vortex while the old man just stood like a statue rooted to the spot.
  While inside, my anxiety  increased so I  thought that I would just explore the castle  and meet my parents back in the living room.  I sped off like a lightning  bolt to firstly explore the upper floor. It was a dark hallway filled with dust, cobwebs  and bedrooms on either sides. Out if nowhere, I  heard a little girl screaming, "Help he's going to kill me!" My heart was racing yet my body  could  not move. There I stood, frightened  and bewildered.  I thought to myself, "How could this be?" I slowly approached the room like a timid mouse  but no  was was there. Then, I  was pushed from behind by Dracula into the dark blue, deadly  waters below.
  Before piercing  through  the water, I struck my head against the concrete edge of the pool. I was an amateur swimmer so I tried to swim towards the steps. Drenched to the  bone, I darted back to the living room. My parents stared at me astonished  wondering what had happened. "The old gentleman did it," I explained. "He is Dracula!" We immediately  left  the castle, before anything worse could happen,  vowing  not to return here again. I learnt that sometimes curiosity kills the cat.