The Grim Demise

The floor creaks with every step I take. The smell of dirt and abandonment hangs in the air. I close my nose and breathe from my mouth, thinking I’ll collapse. The deeper I walk into the castle the more vulnerable I feel. As if someone would just jump out of a corner and kill me. I’m just scaring myself now. When I was younger, my grandmother would tell me stories about this place, the death house she would call it. Every story's main plot was someone dying in this castle and their body never being found. So why am I in this castle then?

Well, I just found out about a week ago that my ancestors ruled this land. That is until my great great great great grandfather died and his children and wife left the castle, too scared to live without his protection. 

As I walk on I feel like I hear something, like someone talking. Brushing it off I move on and take a left. Suddenly I think I smell flesh and blood. I turn to the left corner and something splatters all over my face, blurring my eyes. I rub my palms against my eyes and look around trying to figure out where whatever this is came from. “Well, hello dear.” A voice says grabbing my arm and pulling me into a corridor.