Dark Castle

The doors were all over, on the ceiling, all down the hall, and some in the floor.
Where do they lead to?

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Chapter 4

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I woke up with tear stained cheeks, I had only slept for one hour that night. I got out of bed and hobbled on one foot to the door, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was a plate of food on my table. I hobbled over to it and sat down, the food was probably from the- before I could finish my thought, there was a knock at the door. I silently freaked out, I walked over to a painting and opened it. I had found the hidden door the day before. I opened the hidden door, hopped in, and closed the painting, then the door.

There was a peephole that you could only see from the inside, out. I looked through the peephole to see the intruder, the door knob slowly turned, and the door opened. A hooded figure came in slowly, it looked around as if to find me. It looked at my bed and smelled it, why the heck would it smell my bed? Then it looked right at me, even though I was hidden, I felt like it's dark hood was facing straight at me, even though I couldn't see his eyes. It started walking toward the painting, I turned around and I was facing a cement wall. I pushed it, and it slid to the right, making ample amount of noise for the hooded figure to hear; but when I looked over at it, it looked as though it hadn't heard anything.

Beyond the cement door that had just moved out of my way, was a small, dark hallway. I had to crawl on all fours, with my head held low, just to get through. The cement door closed behind me, at the end of the passageway was a large opening. There was thirty foot high ceilings, and it was at least forty feet wide. It looked like an abandoned library. Once I hopped out from the passage way, a cement wall slid close, then a painting swung shut over where the passage was. I started to walk toward the dusty shelves and books, there were writing desks with old quills, tables full of parchment, and a record player.

I grabbed one of the weird black disk, set it on the record player, put on the pointy thing, I had no idea what I was doing. Then, the record player started making noises, and someone's voice started talking. "This is..." It cut out, "talking of the mysteries of the dark castle. I built this castle for those with an imagination, for those who crave adventure. I made magical door knobs, so when the room is dangerous it is hot, if it is safe, it is cold, or room temperature. But everything made of magic has a catch, there is one particular door..." It cut out again, "and it releases..." Again, "hooded demon... Takes to... Never seen again. Wait a second, I hear something, it must be him, I need to hide, I can't do this anymore. I need to," he broke off and screamed a blood curling scream. I fell on my back in fear, the room went silent once more. I heard a noise like cement moving, oh no, I am dead! I ran behind a row of books right as the painting swung open, the hooded figure emerged.

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