Dinner at Midnight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

This short story will give you chills as you read about a Young woman's adventure to a known abandoned castle.

To my dearest Armad,

 

Since the beginning of my stay at the Woodleaf Castle, I must say I have been pleasantly surprised. Here I thought that all I would receive was a few blankets and bits of bread throughout the week, but I have never been more wrong. Here we eat like kings! We bask in the fire light that’s as warm as the blood coursing through my veins. The uncle I was sent to see no longer lives at the residence! Instead a lovely group has taken his place. I’m afraid I will never return for my days will never be as satisfactory to what I am experiencing. More accompanying parties arrive everyday to join us in our fun. We feast and dance until it is light. Then the next night, we do it all again. Living in such a place makes me feel like I’m young and beautiful again, like my life has just begun. But to continue, you must not worry about my location. I know what father thinks about the castle and his superstitions. I am completely safe and will never be harmed at the facility. Besides an aching neck, I have never felt more alive. Do you know of any ways I can sleep that won’t cause such a pain to my neck and shoulders? It was bloody awful when I first arrived, but now I must be used to it. I must say, you should visit sometime. Your company would mean the world to me and the others. You too can experience these grand festivities. I wrote you earlier in the year but haven’t heard your reply. Surely you have been busy or the letter got lost. No matter. Hopefully I will see you soon. I do crave your presents. 

 

Yours,

Claudiana


 

I lean back on the small stool I was sitting on and run my slender fingers through my dark curly hair. My ice blue eyes move about the room and try to imagine an excuse fittible for why my brother hasn’t written back. He never misses a letter. Maybe our father has intercepted it. Maybe He’s hurt. My palms find my forehead in the dark and I take a deep breath. I find something to think about besides Armad. A shadow briefly blocked the dim light spilling into the room from under the door.

“Ellis?”

The shadow took a step to the side and spoke,

“Claudiana, I can not help but feel your growing concern.

Casting a glance at the door, I stood to open it. “I am not concerned and my concern is nothing you should be concerned with!”. My brow furrowed and Ellis looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 

“Even born again and your sass is persistent.” I looked away with a quick roll of my eyes. He glanced at the steps and held a hand out as if to say, “Shall we?”. I gracefully took his hand and we floated down the stairs together. My concern had been getting to me and I had often forgotten to feast. I craved and yearned. As we reached the dining hall, the intoxicating smell of dinner filled my heart. I almost went rabid. Let go of all that I had. Ellis paused at the door and squeezed my hand in eager excitement. I a beaming smile crept onto my face, my teeth exposing. We each took a handle and pulled the door open. There hanging above the table were our new guests. “Dinner has begun!” Ellis called, and everyone in the hall lept into motion.

 


Submitted: June 03, 2021

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