Last night was unsettling. After my discussion with Rufina, I simply went back early to the hotel. My sleep was perturbed by nightmares so that I was mainly awake during the night, trying to imagine this strange creature who was haunting me from sunset to sunrise. That's why this morning, I went to the Crêperie where I found my new friend to ask her to bring me to De Monka's Castle. By the end of the day, once her shift ended, Rufina accepted to bring me to the greyish dune where the maleficent Duke's castle used to stand. I wasn't expecting to find ruins. I feel confined in the middle of those rocks covered with bluish moss. It was like nature took back over. Roots are rising along the highest pillars that stayed up. I stare at all the details that make this place so creepy and mysterious.
So the night started to fall before I took the decision to go. I stretch my left arm in front of me, and my watch point out 11:55 pm. It's too late to go back to the village. The courage seizes me and I decide to pass the night in the middle of the ruins. Maybe it's my rationalist character that pushes me to find explanations about this legend that terrifies me.
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Wolffish's Secret
WerewolfThis is the first Gothic story that I wrote. I usually write in french and I apologize for the faults I could have made... Voici ma première nouvelle gothique en anglais. J'ai beaucoup aimé l'écrire et j'espère que vous apprécierez la lire.
