HoraceLand
Created By Dalia1784, MadameRio, Raquel-Porkbelly, and MykieThomas
Diary of Sir Horace Horsecollar, the Royal Philosopher of England
Date: December 24 (Christmas Eve)
Last night I had the most unusual dream, I had dreamed I was walking down the hall on the way to my usual duties which most of them changed since Prince Michael was crowned king, when suddenly the hallway grew darker as the curtains closed up on their own and most if not all candles had gone out by a gust of wind. I kept walking as if nothing happened thinking it was all in my head, perhaps I was probably feeling sick , maybe even a stomach ache from last night's supper, or the candles were low again.
I noticed the floor began to get colder as I kept walking, I could feel the icy chill before my foot could even touch the frozen floor below me but that was not going to stop me from my royal duties even if started to snow inside the castle itself. My body began to shake and it was not from the floor, in fact I heard footsteps behind me and they weren't baby steps these were like boulders hitting the ground.
I heard cackling from behind me hearing the sound pierced my ears mocking my every footstep. I turned to see who was behind me and the darkness of the hall was all my weary eyes could see, I was for sure something or someone was watching me waiting for me to weaken my own defense. My heart pounded still hearing the laughter taunt me wanting my paranoia to increase, I reached for a near by candelabra grasping it in my defense trying to reach for the library.
It finally dawned on me, I wasn't inside the castle any longer. I was in someone's trap as their prey, suddenly from beneath the floor something pulled me down pinning me to the ground my body was frozen in fear. I wanted to move but something told me to stay still, looking up I saw a tall slender figure looking at me his fingers looked like razor sharp blades. I panicked and yelled for help, the knife like hands had lashed into me striking my chest with a powerful and very painful strike into my chest.
The dream had finally ended as I glanced at a figure of a beautiful woman dressed in wine colors, I awoke from the dream and felt pain on my chest. I looked and there were scratches like the one's in my sleep...
