On the evening of Halloween, as dusk began to fall and shadows played tricks with the light, I found myself drawn to the legends of the old castle atop the hill. The tales told in the village were of strange occurrences and mysterious gatherings at the castle every Halloween night. My curiosity was greedy, and this Halloween, I decided to see what the fuss was all about.
Approaching
the castle was an experience in itself. Ancient walls, draped in ivy and
blackthorn, loomed ominously as if ready to ward off unwelcome visitors,
cloaking the path in unease. But what truly piqued my interest was a haunting,
rhythmic chant echoing from within the castle grounds. With every step I took,
the sound became clearer and more enticing.
As I
reached the top, I discovered the source of the sound. A ritual was in progress.
The atmosphere was thick with mysticism, and I instinctively took cover behind
an old stone wall, peeking out just enough to witness the scene unfold.
The men in
cloaks, their movements synchronized, seemed deeply engrossed in their
ceremony. The bats (or were they something more sinister?) danced in the air,
creating patterns and shapes that seemed unnatural. I looked closer, the
glowing circle with the pentagram painted in what seemed like blood mesmerized
me. The eerie statue of the dark deity, the torch's flame flickering in its
hand, stood as a testament to their worship.
But what
truly took my breath away was the smoky apparition behind the altar. The mist
and smoke solidified into a cloaked figure. Was this their god? The entity they
sought to summon?
Overwhelmed
by the scene and the implications, I impulsively took out my phone and snapped
a picture, hoping to capture proof of this forbidden ritual. But the universe
had other plans. The very second the shutter clicked, the chanting ceased. A
palpable silence hung in the air. The central figure, with the crown, slowly
turned his head in my direction.
Fear,
sharper than any blade, coursed through me. I crawled on all fours, trying to
distance myself from the site, before breaking into a desperate run. The woods
around the castle became a blur as adrenaline fueled my escape. Somewhere along
the way, everything went black.
I awoke
with a start, drenched in sweat and tangled in my bed sheets. The chilling
events at the castle felt like a vivid nightmare. But was it? Fumbling for my
phone, I unlocked it and opened my gallery. And there it was, the irrefutable
evidence of the previous night's events - a picture of the ritual, the cloaked
men, the dark deity, and the ghostly apparition.
This memory was made with:
Secret Circle Decor by LOVE
Bloodcroft Castle by DRD
Ghost bat by {anc}
Altar table by NOMAD
Blood Demon Statue by ::DisturbeD::
