The Horror of Castle Bleck
Prologue
A white streak of lightning blazed across the pitch black sky as the wind whipped the weathervane off the topmost watchtower of the castle. Rain cascaded in sheets out of the dismal sky and purple clouds gathered in the distance. It was a storm that even Huff n' Puff could not fathom of conjuring, but storms suited Castle Bleck's style just fine.
Inside, candles adorned the walls, resting in little hooks. The faint lighting gave the inside a spooky aura that graced all who entered with chills.
Except no one ever did enter this forsaken place.
Why?
For there was once a grisly murder here.
A murder so grisly in fact, that even the master of this forgotten haunt no longer walked these halls. He had fled, perhaps into another life. His name…Blumiere.
Monsieur Blumiere's oil painting hung over the ashen fireplace. Long forgotten, his witty smirk graced the canvas giving it a redeeming quality in the dark atmosphere. Blumiere had been rich, richer than even Princess Toadstool they had said. But he hadn't been seen in so long…not after the murder.
The clouds drifted away now, and morning light up the inside of Castle Bleck, sunlight pouring through the cracked windows, illuminating the panes and eschewing the darkness.
Every day Castle Bleck sat dormant, waiting for someone new to enter its long forgotten halls. But no one ever did.
So you want to hear about Castle Bleck? You want to know what macabre tale has weaved itself into the workings of this gruesome home. Then prepare yourself for a mystery. For a romance. And for the most enthralling of all…a murder.