It was a hot summer . The camp was as quiet as ever. No one ever came there because of a massive abandoned castle.At night you could hear screams and during the day you could see shadows from the windows
-I don't understand why we come on vacation here- My brother blurted out as he took the last boxes from the car. We had rented a house near the camp,which my father had found by chance.
-It's because dad loves this place,because of the castle let's be clear,and mom likes the tranquility.I have to admit that I am also intrigued by that great monument.-
It was the truth: the castle was magnificent,covered and hidden by nature that protected and supported the most fragile parts of the structure.
-That thing is creepy and old,-I don't know what you find so interesting about it-.
-Okay but now help me take these to my room- I huffed taking my suitcases and pointing the boxes to my brother with my eyes.By the time we finished setting up it was already dark so we had dinner.We did it outside taking advantage of the light of a few lanterns. But from afar something was watching us,I could feel its eyes on us and that night as I went to sleep I saw a shadow in the garden but I didn't pay much attention to it:I was tired.In the middle of the night I was woken up by the worst noise I could ever hear,or so I thought,an excruciating and painful,almost inhuman scream came from the castle and apparently only I heard it,because my brother who was an easy sleeper didn't move a muscle.I decided to go check it out.
I took a flashlight,a rope,in case there was a need to rappel,some water,spare batteries because I didn't want to be left in the dark and my cell phone charged to the max in case I needed help. I don't know where I found the courage but I entered that castle. It was full of vegetation even inside. I heard screaming again so I looked for the source.
I opened a door and found a filing cabinet on one of the tables I found a book that said "Family Tree of the Rosewood Family " I read the name aloud and then I heard a macabre, evil laughter. I heard crying upstairs so I rushed down those creaking, unsafe stairs It was there that I saw a terrible thing:
Orderlies...or at least what was left of their rotting mutilated bodies,a man and a woman, were weeping holding the falling parts of their bodies cursing who-knows-who. One of them threw a diary at me, then both of them weeping walked away dragging themselves.
I decided to open the diary and read a page but it opened by itself at the date of August 10, 1793
- "𝓐𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓰𝓰𝓲 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓲 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓾'. 𝓔'𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓲𝔀 𝓜𝓪 𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓸 𝓪𝓿𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪
("Even today those voices, I'm done I can't take this anymore. It's ridiculous that a young lady such as me looses her patience for imaginary things. But now I've had enough.")
then just a big red blot erasing the last words
I closed the journal and read the name:
Lady Josephine Rosewood
then a scream of terror
I grabbed the family tree book and looked up said name
- "Lady Josephine Rosewood. Daughter of Paul Rosewood and Mary Rosewood. Born Feb. 9, 1780.Died Aug. 10, 1793 at age 13 cause of death:...
...suicide
Something was heard falling I opened another door and saw a girl crying as she said.
- "He did it,not ME, him...him ,HIM!"-
-him who?- I asked confused.
then the figure let out a heartbreaking scream. I ran away and began to hear voices,they were unbearable: whispering screams, they were masculine but high-pitched,feminine but serious...they gave no respite. As I ran the floor gave way under my feet and I fell. I arrived in a kind of underground room. I changed the batteries in my flashlight and turned it on again. It was at that moment that I realized I was in a torture chamber: there were weapons of all kind bloodied on a table and at its feet the body of a now rotting boy clutching a letter in his purpleish hand. I decided to read it:
- "You have taken away the most precious thing for me: my life. Now I will curse you and take away the most precious thing to you...May my fury come upon you Rosewod family!"
- "He did it...it's his fault..."-
I heard whispering behind my back
I turned around and saw a girl about my age in a white evening dress,black hair pulled back,perfect white, doll skin.From her throat dripped blood.
-a...are you a g...ghost?
she nodded
- "yes...and he is the one who made me one at an early age"-
I saw a boy behind her,she dodged and the boy charged me with a pocket knife in his hand and shouted:
- "I CURSE YOU ROSEWOOD FAMILY!"
then...
nothing more...
and that was how I:Josephine Rosewood, born February 9, 1980 died in the warm evening of 1993 at the age of 13 at the hands of someone I never knew.
The years passed and so did the generations and as per "tradition" on February 9, 2080 a baby girl was born whom parents Paul and Mary Rosewood named Josephine. In the summer of 2093 they went on vacation to the old house near the castle where the girl heard screams
her curiosity drove her to that castle....
and so
that warm evening of August 10, 2093 the child left her backpack in the dungeon iìi of an old abandoned castle as she left this world full of cruelty....
I will forever curse this date....
August 10, 93...
