Chapter One
The old castle had a lot of charm that
Emily still loved as she made her way
through the long wide hallways until
she found the room she was looking for. She stood at
the closed door, debating whether to open it or not. If
the room was empty, it meant her aunt was really gone
and she wasn’t ready to face that yet.
She stood there as her eyes wondered. The
stoned walls crumbled a little over the years but were
strong and could hold the place up for another
hundred years. It was a smaller castle, unlike ones
she’d seen in pictures. However, it still had the
haunted look that most castles had.
Emily raised her hand and placed it on the
old golden doorknob. She hesitated hoping her aunt
somehow survived and didn’t tell anyone. She took in
a deep breath and turned the knob as she listened to
the creek inside the hinges. A little oil would fix that
but she wasn’t worried about it right then. As the door
slowly opened, she closed her eyes and waited for
Aunt Jane to say something. When she opened her
eyes, a feeling of disappointment rushed over her.
Inside the room, she noticed how time had
changed the space. Plaster substituted the walls of
stone. It had aged over the years taking out some of
the creamy color she liked so well. This was one room
that didn’t appear like it belonged in a castle of this
stature. A chandelier hanging in the center of the room
looked new and didn’t match the others throughout the
castle but it brought in a sense of home and Emily
smiled at the thought.
As she stood at the door looking into her
aunt’s bedroom, Emily saw the backside of a woman
wearing a long white dress. Her hair was black and
long. She appeared to be watching something outside,
maybe even waiting for her to arrive but didn’t know
who this woman was.
The old castle had a lot of charm that
Emily still loved as she made her way
through the long wide hallways until
she found the room she was looking for. She stood at
the closed door, debating whether to open it or not. If
the room was empty, it meant her aunt was really gone
and she wasn’t ready to face that yet.
She stood there as her eyes wondered. The
stoned walls crumbled a little over the years but were
strong and could hold the place up for another
hundred years. It was a smaller castle, unlike ones
she’d seen in pictures. However, it still had the
haunted look that most castles had.
Emily raised her hand and placed it on the
old golden doorknob. She hesitated hoping her aunt
somehow survived and didn’t tell anyone. She took in
a deep breath and turned the knob as she listened to
the creek inside the hinges. A little oil would fix that
but she wasn’t worried about it right then. As the door
slowly opened, she closed her eyes and waited for
Aunt Jane to say something. When she opened her
eyes, a feeling of disappointment rushed over her.
Inside the room, she noticed how time had
changed the space. Plaster substituted the walls of
stone. It had aged over the years taking out some of
the creamy color she liked so well. This was one room
that didn’t appear like it belonged in a castle of this
stature. A chandelier hanging in the center of the room
looked new and didn’t match the others throughout the
castle but it brought in a sense of home and Emily
smiled at the thought.
As she stood at the door looking into her
aunt’s bedroom, Emily saw the backside of a woman
wearing a long white dress. Her hair was black and
long. She appeared to be watching something outside,
maybe even waiting for her to arrive but didn’t know
who this woman was.
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