The weather seemed to change instantaneously, from being a bright crisp day to a dreary windswept one. I shivered, a chill went up my spine as I pulled my dress coat over my shoulder and did up the buttons. I wondered what it was that made the weather so melancholy and dejected so quickly, but then I realised. The Castle. The castle, like a dark sombre guardian looking over the land.
I felt an atmosphere of macabre as I got ever closer to what now was a daunting and more menacing task than I had previously anticipated. Nether the less I had to keep my promise to my recently deceased father. At this moment I passed a rather odd looking obelisk at the gates of a very depleted graveyard. This Graveyard was a place a place of evil. The menacing stares of the gravestones .This wasn’t particularly welcoming to me and for once I really started to doubt myself, more than I have ever done before. As I finally got a good glimpse of the castle I realised how surreal it was, massive. . Again, that same feel of doubt came back to me once more and I kept repeatedly thinking that there was something I hadn’t been told. As I left the carriage my feet crunched against the crisp blanket of snow. I wandered up to the big gothic door knocker and rasped on it three times in succession. The double doors swung open together with a creaking
sound ,Revealing some drafty echoing passages. As I made my way down this maze of passages I felt the atmosphere to be very frigid and deathly chilly as I made my way towards some sort of light at the end of the damp, musty but by this time rather humid tunnel. As I stepped out of the alcove of what used to look like a grand fireplace, staring down on me with its mighty withering stare. There was a women. She was about seventy, hard to tell, because she was covered up with an old tattered scarf that covers almost half her face. Without a word, the dishevelled old women gestured for me to sit, she then left the room and a man around the same age, but with a more respectable attire without greeting me just started engaging me in covosation about the story of the red room. A shadow of doubt was casted over me. Could i, could I really do it.
Could I spend a night in the red room?