Anaïs Auger 1eA

21 January

For the first time since I have been here, I decided to wander in the cold and humid corridors. It
looked like gloomy murder alleys, I sensed the presence of death all around me. I sort of heard the
damned screaming from far away, far into the abyssal depths of this haunted castle. Sometimes, I
unexpectidly heard, coming from the shadow, whispers near me, telling me to run away or threaten
me with death. My hands were numbed by the ice of midnight moon, I was a prey for the horrors of
my nightmares. From far away, through the silver dusk illuminated by the moon, i discerned a
wooden door ornamented with gold. The grave enchanting voices drawn me in and I keep on
walking. Upon entering, I was greeted by large glass windows allowing the enigmatic beauty of the
stars and the full moon to be seen. The room appeared to me like a spooky, fearful and obscur old
place which was full of dusk. Only an eerily large organ furnished the room, it was enthroned as the
great king of this place. The emptiness of the dark stone walls dispayed solitude, I couln’t help but
feel aggravated. So, I step back. But my back met an unexpected surface that was not there before, I
jumped at the contact holding on my breath. I knew , I knew what it was. I knew who it was. « I do
not remember allowing you to enter this room mister Harker. »