The Adventures of Marco and Carla: The Dark Castle, Page 2

  The kids ran off in the direction of the old abandoned castle at the end of town. No one lived there anymore since the owner had passed away. The owner was an old man that had no kin of his own. After he died the castle became the towns, but they couldn’t sell it for some reason nor could they even give it away if they tried.

  Some people said that the old man that had lived there really wasn’t dead at all that he had just cut himself off from the world. Some even said that he wasn’t an old man that he was really a vampire, the undying.

  Whatever the story was behind the castle no one cared to go there, but the children did not care about the old stories so it became their own playground. The castle was old and rundown. It had not been cared for so nature had its way with it. There was a giant crack in the wall large enough for the kids to slip through.

  “Come on Marco let’s play detective. Let’s fine the criminal,” said Carla.

  “Okay let’s play,” replied Marco.

  “Okay I’ll go hide and you guys try to fine me okay?” Sammie said.

  “Come on Carla lets go over there until he hides.”

  Sammie ran down the dark hallway. The castle was overrun with cobwebs and small black spiders. The walls inside had started to age and crumble. Sammie ran pass the many doors that lied in the castle and hide in one of the rooms, not knowing there was danger looming right around the corner.

  “Okay Sammie where coming to find you now. Come on Carla lets go,” Marco yelled.

  “I don’t like this anymore it’s scary down here let’s get Sammie and go back,” Carla said sounding afraid.

  “Awe, come on Carla we just started don’t be such a baby,” Marco said teasingly.

  “I’m not a baby! Carla yelled back at him”

  “AWWWWEEE.”

  A chilling scream came from the direction where Sammie had hid himself.

  “Sammie! Sammie! Are you okay?” yelled Marco.

  Carla stuttered, “Marco now I really want to go, please can we go?”

  “No we can’t leave without Sammie.”

  Marco ran towards the bone chilling screams and found the door that Sammie lied behind; He tired to open the door but couldn’t.

  “Marco help! Get me out, let me out!” Sammie yelled in a panic.

  “I can’t the door is stuck. Pull it and I’ll push okay?”

  “Okay.”

  The boys pushed while the other pulled and sent the door flying. Sammie came running out of the room, his face as white as snow. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

  “Sammie are you okay?” Marco asked. “Why’d you scream like that?”

  “Remember how you told me that you didn’t see old man Garber last night.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I think I know why.”

  Marco and Sammie ventured back into the room and Sammie showed Marco what he was babbling about. There it was old man Garber’s body sitting in a chair. His face was pale and he looked as if he was gray. His eyes were empty and they stared forward into nothing, not blinking, just staring. The boys moved even closer to the body.

  “Is he alive?” Sammie asked.

  “Old man Garber, are you okay? Marco said softly. “Sir, are you okay?”

  But the old man said nothing and Marco and Sammie looked at each other puzzled at the thought of what to do next. But then they realized that something seemed wrong, something