*
The castle loomed above in the moonlight, its dark stone walls seeming to stretch up into the night sky. It was a massive structure, with turrets and spires that seemed to scrape the clouds. The group approached the castle tentatively, their hearts heavy with unease. The castle had a reputation of being haunted and many had ventured in but never returned.
As they entered the castle, the door creaked open revealing an entrance hall that was vast and gloomy, with a high ceiling that seemed to disappear into the shadows. The walls were adorned with tapestries that depicted grisly battles and b****y scenes. The group couldn't help but feel like they had stepped into a nightmare.
“Oh, ignore all of this,” lord Westerly said as he led them forward. “I’m afraid my ancestors had very poor tas
