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“Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty! Ready or not, here I come!”
“Precautionarily” I step out of the solitary, abandoned and forsaken wilderness – that; like a gradually rotting
corpse is utterly devoid of life
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It’s dead - literally
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The full moon is left exposed by the motionless and time-frozen mists
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My father, who had once been a lord, went downstairs to the
dungeon of our castle
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Days turned into Weeks; weeks turned into months; years have gone past, but since then no man
has dared to enter the dungeon of our castle
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I pick it up and take out a box of matches from my right pocket - I drop them because of my
shaky hands from the barraged blizzard I had to travel through
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The little heat from the candle feels like a fire-breathing dragon
is exhaling a surge of fire upon me
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I
explore the castle slowly but surely
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Which one do I listen to? From the top of the castle I start to make my way downw rds
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I’m a squirrel caught in a car’s headlights – I can already see where this is heading as the headlights
illuminate my mind
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As furious, ferocious and cold-hearted I am about him, he’s still my father, or was at least
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! Hang the
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Precipitously I hear sobbing foreshadowed by a scream – it rings a bell… was that my mother’s voice? I lost
control of myself, the first thing that came to my mind was my father harming my mother - at a complete state
of frenzy I start to sprint down the hallway, but halfway through I trip over something
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The teddy bear’s left eye is missing
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“ARGHHH!”
“Disobedient wretch!”
Confused I stood up and thought maybe it’s not what I think, maybe both my mother and father are
confronting the supernatural beast; I grab a two-handed sword from a knight armour stand and run even
further down
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The wall in front of my collapses, it’s like I’m being “dragged
with a hurdle” or my parents are watching down on me telling me to not explore into the chamber
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I
carry on with my journey down with the castle… whatever’s coming – it’s not pretty
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The mist concealed my entire body, my feet are
submerged in moss like it’s quicksand, I can hear tree branches creaking, I can feel their desire to reach out for
me! I can see two eyes in the darkness further on! Unambitiously I run more eastwards, feeling like the
“disobedient wretch” my family never wanted… I see more eyes - this time I keep running and it seems like it’s
a bunch of owls
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I keep running and I
fall down some sort of a rift
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I can’t see anything apart for a beam of dim light from the rift above me, I scream
for help
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The indistinct, wraithlike and spine-chilling terminological command “hang thee young baggage” is lingering
around me
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A peace of rubble dropped on my head, I looked up and for a split second I could see
some spectral, incorporeal but simultaneously translucent piece of cloth
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I mumbled “I must be going mad”
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I’m standing up
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I spotted a torch,
picked it up and pulled out my match box for the last time; I ignite the torch
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This tunnel seems familiar, I feel acquainted, that’s because I’m in my family’s dungeon! That rift is a rift to my
family’s dungeon! This must be destiny – Either that, or a slap across the face from god
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I hear a silent “flapping-like” noise, I look up and I see a bat, it’s eyeballing me
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The bat’s onyx-black eyes are gradually getting filled with blood – they turn red – the
bats onyx eyes turned into rubies
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The little vampire scrams as I stomp my foot on the ground
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The bat fades in the darkness
of the dungeon
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It’s him! He killed my father! I hastily run towards him with pride, glory and honour – my sword in my
hand
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I proudly, shamelessly and heroically swing my
sword above my shoulder…
…My eyes open and I see a white coat, I look up and I see a lady - she says: “here’s your medicine Juliet”
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I pinch myself - no I’m not dreaming… I look out the
window and see two households both alike in dignity
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