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Ghost Story - Fifteen shillings is all it took to bribe the old custodian of Lawley Manor to let us enter the castle that loomed above us like a great stone giant.

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First Draft Fifteen shillings is all it took to bribe the old custodian of Lawley Manor to let us enter the castle that loomed above us like a great stone giant. My elder brother Robert had negotiated the deal for us to enter the dilapidated building, which had been declared unsafe and closed to public for over a decade. Robert had teased Margaret that she was too scared to enter the forbidden castle and to our utter amazement, she not only accepted his challenge but also insisted we all spend a night there. We rapidly made our way through the long, dark corridors with only our candlelight to shield us from darkness. The draft suddenly strengthened, making me shiver. Every step we took disturbed the dust, making the spiders shrink back into their cobwebs. As we passed the dark gloomy portraits on the wall their stern eyes followed our every step. "Now I know why Uncle forbade us to enter this castle," complained my sister, Margaret. ...read more.


We placed the candles into all corners of the room, making sure that the only shadows in the room were that of our own. By the time we finished the room did not look as gloomy as it did before. Since we were too frightened to sleep, we sat cross-legged, facing each other, narrating funny stories to ease the tension that hung like a cloak around us. I started to recall what had happened to the last person who had slept in the room we were in right now. The Earl of Lawley's wife had apparently said that he had gone mad from fear ever since he had started sleeping here. I tried to shut out these thoughts by staring at the candle on the mantelpiece. I noticed how it quivered whenever the draft blew, how helpless it seemed against the powers of nature. I stared at into the glowing whit epicenter, which was the only part of the flame that stood firm. ...read more.


His toothless smile widened as he hovered in the air above me. I never thought of ghosts existing but this was as real as life. I shrieked for help as the ghost closed in on me. I tried to run but I collided with something on the wall. "Trespassers will die," said the ghost, "You will die!" I screamed and groped around me for anything that could save me. The apparition cut the wire holding up the chandelier and as it fell a swelling formed in my throat. The chandelier ripped through me and my blood splattered everywhere, but I felt no pain. I got up suddenly. I felt slightly dizzy and a bit light. I stood up and looked at the room around me. I then saw the Earl of Lawley beckoning me. "Come, join me. They are yours to kill," said the Earl slowly, handing me a dagger. I looked at what he was pointing at. A boy and a girl were crouching under the bed, petrified. I laughed gleefully and hovered towards them, intent on capturing their souls. Aditya Kaul 10 A ...read more.

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