Page 55 of The Valiant Knight
She.
Was.
Fantastic.
There had probably been wild parties here all of those centuries ago, and it was clear that Duncan wanted a grand place for his return from battle.
That was for sure.
As he kept walking down the hall, Finn noticed one thing. The temperature kept dropping all around him, and now, he saw his breath.
Huh?
What the hell?
The incline to the lowest level of the castle wasn’t great enough that the temperature inside should drop that fast. It was bizarre.
Holding out his hand, the air felt thick, and heavy—like something oppressive was covering it.
The hair on his arms stood, and he didn’t feel like he was alone.
What was this?
His gut was screaming.
As Finn looked around, that was when he heard a familiar sound.
It was that melodious laughter again, but this time, he was wide awake.
What?
Yeah, it was the same laughter that he’d heard in his non-stop dreams.
Looking around, he tried to see if the sounds belonged to someone, but he couldn’t find anyone.
When it stopped, Finn tried to catch his breath, but it was so real that his heart began beating in his chest.
It haunted him, and now, he couldn’t get it out of his head.
When he took a footstep forward, it was back, and the laughter turned to talking, and at first, Finn thought he was losing his mind.
He had to be.
Seriously?
Where was it coming from?
It sounded like the voice was coming from up ahead, so he did the only thing he could.
He.
Followed.
It.
As he approached the darker area, he moved through the doorway that led to the crypt room. The wrought-iron door was open, giving him access.
That wasn’t ominous.
