The epic tale of the mystery of the crown jewels.. who has taken it, you and I wonder amongst reading this short tale. But is it always who first appears to mind...?
The eerie night crawled upon the silent castle. Symetric, spacious, stationary- the creepy stairs streered upwards. In the night, collosal trees waved frantically in the wind, Cold, freezing, frosty-brisk brezze loomed over the dark night. The cobbled front door, and elaborate mansion, with a scary hint to it. The squaking of bats deafaning the road again. Quiet, until someone sneaked by. Nearby, the eerie night crawled upon the scary castle.
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