Dark Castle

Once upon a time there was a dark castle, it stood high and mighty on top of a tall black mountain. You could see this castle upon the skyline, standing against the bright red sun. The castle was magnificent and villagers all across the realm came to gaze upon it. Yet it always looked eerie at night time, like a dark shadow over the land, looming and threatening the folk down below on the ground before the mountain. Rumours speculated among the magic folk, that it belonged to an evil emperor or empress, one that stayed away from the rest of medieval society. The castle was older than anybody realised, some villagers lived whole lives from birth to death (of old age) with that castle still standing there upon the tall horizon. It was as old as the realm itself, as if the first building God had made. Of course it had to be built by human hands, God made mountains and trees, not brick, stone and structures. Yet nobody, not even in all the other realms, could tell you who exactly created this thing. Many debated on whether or not the castle was abandoned, many brave knights and explorers had dared to travel up there, but none ever returned. Rumours of a beautiful princess trapped in the tallest tower of the castle began to spread, it inspired many fairytales that are still talked about to this very day in 2025. Theories of a big red dragon dwelling there began to spread too, as worries of it one day coming down to earth from the castle to burn everyone alive down below, became a much feared tale. This superstition got so overwhelming, the king of the village that looked up at it, demanded a brave fellowship of knights to climb all the way up to the top of mount Solaride and investigate the strange structure. That they did, the fellowship consisted of five brave men and women, the toughest warriors in all the land. They were gone for almost three whole weeks, but only one of them returned to tell her tale. It was Victoria Kingsley who was the sole survivor and this was her terrifying tale:
We got to the top of the mountain, there stood the incredible and huge dark castle, it was frightening just to be near. Yet, despite this unsettling feeling, we matched forwards, before entering the abandoned interior. The castle was abandoned, just as we always thought, or so it seemed. We tore down the cobwebs, killed some of the bugs and spiders that dwelled upon the walls and stone floors. It wasn't until foolish Scott decided to grab as much treasure from the old, dead king's throne room where his skeleton still sat next to his long dead queen upon the thrones. This disturbed the dead king, his skeleton became animated before our very eyes, even the queen skeleton was suddenly animated.
"Trespassers!" They screamed, their skeletal jaws dropping and closing in a frantic speed, one that filled me with terror! Their eye sockets flew red and green, flashing like a dying flame. I could not comprehend the origin of this dark power. Soon the knights of this old Kingdom came crashing through the doors, all were skeletons too, dressed in armour with metal axes, swords and shields. We fought bravely, but the skeleton army proved deadly and unkillable, they were immortal or perhaps already long dead. We had lifted some ancient curse. I watched in horror, as my company was slaughtered before my very scared eyes. John's head was squashed like a bug beneath my feet, blood and gore squirting everywhere! Scott was second to die, he was dismembered in half by a huge axe. Then there were only three of us left, I was a coward I must confess, but only I survived by spinning on my heels and running away! I could hear that undead army chase me down the mountain, it somehow felt far longer getting back home than it did when we departed. Somehow, three or four hours later, I shook them, I escaped their grasp and they lost my sight.

A week later, villagers began to see the scary skeletons. They crept out at night, eye sockets shining like the devil's hell, orange, red and green. At first they just watched the humans, frightening children and adults too, then one they at midnight when most of them were asleep, the skeleton army sneaked into their cottages and slit their throats as they slept, killing most of them in one fell swoop.