We start the walk along the cold dark paths of the city and hear the sound of  screams  echo through the  narrow streets. The horses lead us through a small pathway  and down  cold  bleak  alleyway.

We stand and look round for any sign of life in this cold and  dark place. I turn towards  lieutenant megs and protect her from the cold  and brisk winds  which hang down upon the city. The horses tell us to move quick because they can hear  footsteps  coming towards us  and shadows start to appear  on the walls  of the old buildings.

I turn  and look at  lieutenant megs whilst we quickly  run down  towards the cold water edge of the  seafront.  At that moment the horses tell us to stop  and the sound of people laughing can be heard coming from the water.

I turn to look at the waters edge  and we can see figures coming out of the water  and heading towards  us.  The horses tell us to run quick away from the water whilst these figures emerge from the sea looking at us with a twisted terror on their faces. 

The horses grab us and pull us  further into town whilst l take a closer look at the figures.  I look in horror  seeing pirates heading towards us with arms  eyes and other body parts missing  walking slowly into the dark city.

The horses  push us  along some mysterious  alleyway and into a  small old  cottage locking the door behind  to keep us safe.  The horses tell us they  are ghost pirates looking for  slaves for capture and take them to the ghost ship which lies deep  outside  the ports water. 

We all rest for a while in the old cottage  keeping the door locked tight  and watching out for any strange happenings in the cold night.  We sit and wonder what we could find in this  cold  city of darkness.

written by wayne mockler
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The dark castle of terror on the hill

We look out into the cold winters night and see clouds hang over the cold and deadly castle.  The horses  get ready to explore and check out side for the  ghostly pirates of the sea but find nothing but a  cold winters shadow. 
I wake up lieutenant megs and we hide behind the horses whilst they check outside.  We all walk out of the  old cottage and down a narrow brick road with its rugged  pebbles and leading  up to  the  old castle on the hill.

Walking up the  old rugged road we can feel  something following us  but  turning round to look all we see a cold silence and dark roads  We  push upon our bodies and move further up the road whilst the dark clouds  hang over us on a  cold winters night. 
The horses tell us to move quickly because they can feel the presence of  ghosts watching us.  At that point we notice a man wearing a long black  coat  watching from behind  and inform the horses. 

The horses turn around and see nothing but look towards the sky and see the ghost hanging above of scared bodies  and pointing towards the castle gates at the top of the hill.  He moves back his hood  and we can see  nothing but a skeleton with  orange eyes looking down at us in the midst  of a dark grey sky

He holds up his hands and we are blown  across the road and into the  thick step steps of the dark castle.  The horses tell us to run fast and we  rush at speed up the  long path of steps that leads towards the dark castle

We arrive at the castle gates whilst the  skeleton ghost chases behind  us with grim horror on its face. The horses bang at the gates for help and they open  whilst we run through towards a large old  door leading to the castle. 

The gates shut  with a loud bang and we all stand at the door  whilst the horses knock and wait for some sort of response.  At that point the doors suddenly opens  and l hold  onto    lieutenant megs while she shakes in terror protect here from the evil dark castle.
We all walk inside the castle and see  a very old building with  candles everywhere and  a strange light shines down from an old patterned window above the stairs.  The horses suddenly hear a loud noise in the distance and we all  look around. The  doors suddenly  slam shut with a wicked bang and  we are trapped inside this strange dark  castle. 

written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler

walking through the dark rooms of terror

We open up the door of the study  and look around for the  two headed demon but see nothing  in the  cold  main room  of the castle.  I turn towards the horses and ask where has the beast gone but they  shake their heads  in confusion. 

I  hold lieutenant megs close to me whilst the horses  take a closer look around for any new ghostly spirits.  The horses look around the room and see  an old chair in the corner starting to move in the horror of the  night .

The horse see a cold  mist hanging over the  old crumbled chair and a vivid  shape of a woman  sitting there.  I turn towards lieutenant megs while she shakes in terror  and we all run towards the other side of the room. 

The  lady figure  gets up from the chair and walks towards us  and a cold  wind sweeps through the room  and blowing  all the furniture around the cold dark  room .  We look with horror whilst the ghost lady  dressed in  medieval clothing  walks towards while head  hangs down  to one side like a zombie monster. She looks deep into our eyes and uses her mind to  throw us all  against  the wall of the room. 

We run out of the room and along the dark cold  hallway and see the  grey lady looking at us and pointing towards the foyer of the castle  but run past her and towards    kitchen area.  The horses protect us whilst we  run fast towards  the kitchen area and shut the door blocking the howls of the medieval ghost which  filters around the building.

I  push an old wooden table against the door whilst the horses comfort  lieutenant megs while she stands near to the  cooker and  trembles  hysterically .  I turn around  to talk with lieutenant megs and the horses and see another figure standing in the kitchen. 

The horses look at me whilst l shake with terror  pointing my figure  towards the  kitchen table.  We all move back towards the door of the kitchen  and see  a figure of a man dressed in an old  chefs uniform holding  a big wooden roller. 

The  figure has a cold white  face and walk very slowly  dragging its one leg across the room and laughing out loud  with an evil grin  while it  stares into our eyes.  We all run towards the door while the  ghost chef  starts to throw its cooking materials  all around the room  with objects flying around and  across our heads.

We quickly pull the table away from the door and run towards  the foyer of the castle while the door shuts tight  with an almighty bang. We sit in the cold dark stairway and wonder what  will happen next in this horror house  of the dark city. 

written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler