Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

The moon rose over the darkened castle. Wind blowing through its empty halls made it sound as I'd many spirits resided there. In truth, no one did. The castle had sat long abandoned by its previous owners. Actually, the king and queen were killed in a bloody revolt. Perhaps spirits did reside there.

A young man who was seeking shelter from the worsening storm happened to come upon the castle and though it looked foreboding, it had roofs and therefore offered shelter. With no second thought he rode into the overgrown courtyard. His horse was balking at the reins so he had to force the poor horse deeper into the castle.

Finally though the horse reared up, throwing the young man off before thundering out of the courtyard and into the pouring rain. The young man stood, about to curse his horse when he looked into the shadows and saw what must of spooked it. There, hidden almost completely, was a frail lady in white. Her hair was dark but not plastered to her scalp nor was her dress wet. She stared at him with eyes as black as a moonless night.

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