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by brom21
Rated: ASR · Short Story · Fantasy · #2256502
A prince and a princess tests the validity of an old superstition of a castle .
Darcy peered at the castle across the valley. He shivered.

“Why do you believe in that old legend?” said a voice behind. “The Bible says we shouldn’t believe in superstition. We are living in 1600 AD. Few still hold to old legends.”

“It is haunted by ghosts, Clare. Everyone who has gone into the castle on Friday the thirteenth never returned. It is cursed.”

“A man’s spirit cannot float around like mist. The Bible says being out of your body is being with God.”

“What about evil spirits? They are in the Bible.”

Clare rolled her eyes. “I doubt it is haunted by spirits, brother. You are very superstitious about many things.”

Darcy pounded on the wooden table before him, causing a mirror on the edge to fall and break. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. A broken mirror! Look what you caused! I have bad luck now!”

Darcy walked to another table and picked up a shaker of ground salt and shook some grains of saltover his shoulder.

Clare tilted her head and tapped her fingers on the table. “How can I convince you?”

“Very well. Come with me to the castle at nightfall and we will Know for sure,” said Darcy.

“I planned to play cards with the proconsul but if it will satisfy you then yes.”

Darcy smiled coyly. “Agreed. What do we do now?”

Clare smiled and shrugged. “How about playing cards?”

“Alright.”

The two siblings sat at the table and Clare brought out a deck cards and began playing.

Hours later, dusk was coming. It was time for dinner in the dining hall.

Darcy and Clare stopped playing and went there. They sat at a table next to their father, King Trophimus.

“We should really ask father about our plans,” said Clare.

The king’s hearing muffled over he talking in the room.

“No! He would object,” said Darcy.

“But…”

“Peace, sister!”

Clare looked down and contorted her face.

The siblings ate in silence until their father rose from the table, satisfied. “I am full. Have you two eaten your fill?”

Clare and Darcy rose.

“I think I will retire early tonight.” He patted his stomach and sighed. “Good night children.”

It was early dusk, and the connivers made their way to the royal stables The stable hand asked them of their destination.

Darcy froze.

Clare took out a bag of gold from her tunic. “Tell no one we are gone.” The stable hand gave a toothy smile and snatched the bag.

“How did you know we would need that money?”

“Just thinking ahead,” said Clare.

“Whatever.”

The two mounted on horses and sped off to the castle. They descended into the valley and noticed the gaunt landscape around the castle. the full moon seemed to shine brighter that they could see the land around them. Dark-brown weeds dotted everywhere. The grass was withered and made a crunch under the horses’ hooves.

“Now do not tell me this bleakness bothers you,” said Darcy.

“It is unpleasant,” said Clare. “…but not haunted.”

As they rode, a crow perched on a leafless branch and gave an ear-piercing shriek. Ten minuets later, they smelled hot tar and sulfur rise from vents in the barren ground. Yellow mist came from the vents.

The two came to the bridge that led to the castle gate that was opened. A moat of tar circled the huge structure.

They stopped.

“No going back now sister. You promised.”

Clare trembled. “I think we should leave this place.”

“We will not know if we do not enter,” said Darcy. “We should go on foot.”

The two entered and the door slammed shut behind them. They were in complete darkness.

Four braziers ignited with fire.

“You win, it is haunted!” said Clare.

“But how do we leave?”

A black catscurried past them.

“Somehow that cat does not concern me,” said Darcy.

“What foolish reason does man enter our crypt?” said an echoing voice. “Is it not known not to come here on this day?”

“We wanted to see if this place became haunted on the thirteenth,”

Clare and Darcy held each other. “Please let us go,” asked Clare.

“You will die here like the rest,” said the voice.

“If you release us, we will ensure no one will come here,” sad Darcy.

“Too late! We can kill you but that would rob us of the pleasure of terrifying you.”

A gigantic three headed dog appeared behind them and growled.

“Head for that door there! The dog will not fit.” Darcy said pointing to a door under a ladder.

Darcy shook his head. “The spirits are teasing me!” he said, passing under it.

“Now we know I do not have triskaidekaphobiasaid Darcy.

“What?”

“Fear of the number thirteen. I read it in the royal library.”

The three-headed dog tried squeezing its head in but it could not happen. As it kept trying, they walked through a hallway with torches fixed to the walls. They met bright moonlight as they came to a balcony.

A man made of fire appeared. Nowhere to hide, children,” said the fiery figure.

“You, there!” said a voice below them.

Two men put a tall ladder against the balcony. “Rebuke the spirit!” said the other man.

“What?” said Darcy.

“Take authority in Jesus’ name!” said the same man.

“He is right Darcy!”

Clare put up her hands as Darcy looked with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“I adjure you be Christ to depart from us!” said Clare.

Th fiery specter stepped back and shouted. “No!”

“In the name of Jesus, I rebuke you!” Clare reiterated.

The fiery being was blasted and dispersed like a strong wind came against it.

The siblings climbed down the ladder.

“I assume you, like us, went to test the legend of the curse on the thirteenth,” said the man.

“Can we leave and discuss things when we are home?”

All agreed and rode to their kingdom.

“Let us never speak of this again,” said Darcy.



















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