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Once upon a time, there was a castle in the middle of an hanted forest, surronded by a large river who only has blue the name. The only way to go in the castle, was an old brigde in stones that ivy starded to swallowed. He needed to pass the night, tired by the day and the only place he could stay, was the strange house. So, (nom du personnage), decided to stay the night, in the old palace. Even if the trees seems old and dying, the path to the castle was safe. He started to believe that the night could be good and that he could, maybe, rest up there. He knocked at the door, but no answer. 'You, stupid' he thought. Nobody can live in that house. All the windows were broken, there was spiderwebs everywhere. He was alone. In the dark. Nowhere. He openned the door and appeared in an entrance. "Hello ?" he shouted. There was definitly nobody. (Nom du personnage) enter in the room that seems to be a living room. An old sofa was lying on the ground, tattered. A red carpet was on the flooring, once red like a roses but now like blood. At this tought, he shivered. 'Calm down, there is no monster living in that house' said he to himself. But, just after he tried to reassures himself, he heard a terrible scream, out of nowhere. He completly freaked out and ran to the door. He will sleep outside, no dark castle this night. Never again ! He tried to openned the door, but she still closed. The scream stopped. But he can hear footsteps from the cave. Crying, he pushed the door with an underestimated streinght and gone outside. Barely he gone outside, all the sounds stoped. Gasping, he look at the castle, a last time, like he was saying goodbye to his strange experience but when he turned to the forest... there was no forest, no. There was a ghost. An old lady with a mexican skulls tatoo on her face, laughing, a stove in her hands. "IT'S DINER TIME" she said, with her haunted voice. (Nom du Personnage) screamed like a damned and closed his eyes, running. Just running. Whatever the direction. He came back to the way by the forest, the bridge and then, when finaly he openned his eyes, the lady has dissapeared. He was in the path to London. He never slept this night.
Once upon a time, there was a castle in the middle of an hanted forest, surronded by a large river who only has blue the name. The only way to go in the castle, was an old brigde in stones that ivy starded to swallowed. He needed to pass the night, tired by the day and the only place he could stay, was the strange house. So, (nom du personnage), decided to stay the night, in the old palace. Even if the trees seems old and dying, the path to the castle was safe. He started to believe that the night could be good and that he could, maybe, rest up there. He knocked at the door, but no answer. 'You, stupid' he thought. Nobody can live in that house. All the windows were broken, there was spiderwebs everywhere. He was alone. In the dark. Nowhere. He openned the door and appeared in an entrance. "Hello ?" he shouted. There was definitly nobody. (Nom du personnage) enter in the room that seems to be a living room. An old sofa was lying on the ground, tattered. A red carpet was on the flooring, once red like a roses but now like blood. At this tought, he shivered. 'Calm down, there is no monster living in that house' said he to himself. But, just after he tried to reassures himself, he heard a terrible scream, out of nowhere. He completly freaked out and ran to the door. He will sleep outside, no dark castle this night. Never again ! He tried to openned the door, but she still closed. The scream stopped. But he can hear footsteps from the cave. Crying, he pushed the door with an underestimated streinght and gone outside. Barely he gone outside, all the sounds stoped. Gasping, he look at the castle, a last time, like he was saying goodbye to his strange experience but when he turned to the forest... there was no forest, no. There was a ghost. An old lady with a mexican skulls tatoo on her face, laughing, a stove in her hands. "IT'S DINER TIME" she said, with her haunted voice. (Nom du Personnage) screamed like a damned and closed his eyes, running. Just running. Whatever the direction. He came back to the way by the forest, the bridge and then, when finaly he openned his eyes, the lady has dissapeared. He was in the path to London. He never slept this night.
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