Frank was enjoying his visit to the old castle, and in his haphazard way, he lost track of the rest of his tour group and found himself alone in a dark and winding corridor.
He had been captivated by the armour statues littered throughout the corridors and had stopped to inspect each one wondering as to the person who maybe had been unfortunate to wear them, as Frank knew they were very heavy and cumbersome to wear.
He was perusing a particularly damaged suit when he heard the voice. It came from just near his elbow, and he wondered who it was.
“This one’s lost,” said the voice.
“Best not hang around here,” said a second voice.
“No, telling what might happen,” replied the first voice.
“Castle would not be pleased.”
“Could you imagine the furore?”
“I’d hate to be in his shoes.”
Frank was hearing all this and wondering where the voices were coming from.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Did you hear something?” asked the first voice.
“Sounded like a question,” replied the second.
“Could it be possible?” asked the first.
“No. Not possible,” came the second.
“I’m just here,” said Frank getting annoyed. “What’s going on here?”
“Just being friendly,” said the first voice.
“Offering you advice, but we don’t expect you to take any notice, most people run off screaming at the sound of our voices,” said the first voice with a hint of disappointment.
“You wouldn’t believe the strife some people get into in this place,” offered the second voice.
“Castle can get quite nasty, you know.”
“Find yourself cast into the dungeon and then what might you do?”
“It’s a long time you can spend in there.”
“Best you hurry up and catch up to your group, Castle doesn’t like its routine to be disrupted.”
Frank didn’t believe a word of what he was hearing and thought it was obviously some sort of prank being played on him. He looked around for hidden speakers and/or cameras, as he was certain he was being watched.
Just then, from the far end of the corridor, he heard a rumble. It was the sort of rumble that made certain things in your pants feel very uncomfortable.
“It’s too late now,” said the first voice.
“Best run, at least there might be time,” said the second voice with a sense of urgency.
Frank hearing them and realising it was time to make a move turned and found himself standing in front of a very small but agitated man, dressed in a fine suit with a top hat.
“Lord Castle,” announced the man stretching out a hand towards Frank. The second Frank took Lord Castle’s hand, the room went black. He blinked, and when his eyes adjusted, he was in a dark and dank place.
“You were warned,” said Castle, bowing to the man and then slamming shut the biggest door Frank had ever seen.
“Got you too?” asked a voice from across the room.
Not another voice thought Frank. What sort of place is this?
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/27/tale-weaver-fairy-tale-229-castle-june-27th/
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