Hi. This is based off of A Night In Terror Tower, but there are distinct differences.
This is a prompt from retro mania.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"If you want to scare yourself while having fun and learning about some interesting points in history, come on down to Germany's number one tourist attraction, Terror Tower!" the announcer on the television shouted (thankfully, the commercial was in English. The two siblings were tired of trying to decipher a language they didn't speak).
"I wish we could go to a cool place like that," Evan muttered. "I'm tired of museums."
"Me, too," his older sister Jessica agreed.
Jessica was almost fourteen and had curly red hair; her eyes were an emerald green, and her skin was pale and painted with freckles. She was wearing blue jeans and a forest green shirt while being huddled inside her navy blue hoodie, trying to shield herself from the chilly wind.
Her brother, Evan, was twelve and had a mop of hair that was somewhere between red and brown; his eyes were green, but the shade was closer to blue when the light hit his eyes just right. His skin was also pale and splattered with freckles. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and a red T-shirt with a black jacket over his shirt; the jacket was speckled with droplets of rain, which had fallen that morning and stopped less than an hour ago.
They were both visiting Germany to celebrate the day their ninth great-great grandmother narrowly escaped death and to mourn the deaths of their other ninth great-great grandparents (their ninth great-great grandmother had two siblings who died as children). They didn't really know what happened to their ninth great-great grandmother or her siblings (all they knew was that their ninth great-great grandmother had narrowly escaped death back in the fifteen hundreds on this very day); their parents had never told them exactly what happened. It was more of a family reunion than anything.
"And you're in luck," their tour guide cheered from behind them in a thick German accent. "Because Terror Tower is our next stop!"
"Awesome!" Evan shouted in excitement.
Jessica laughed. "Let's go board the bus. We don't want to get left behind!"
"Definitely not. We wouldn't even be able to ask for directions," Evan chuckled as they boarded the bus.
Half an hour later, the bus pulled up in front of Terror Tower, and Evan gaped.
The building was certainly spooky. It was a huge tower, at least ten stories tall, and made of gray bricks. The door was four times as tall as Evan, and his eyes wandered up the tower, taking in the scattered windows and old, but somehow still in good condition, walls until his eyes landed on the top of the tower.
His jaw dropped.
At first glance, he saw nothing, but after his eyes focused for another few moments, he saw a man standing on the parapets. He was tall and young- maybe in his twenties- and was wearing baggy, dusty, gray robes. His red hair was stringy and dangled over his shoulders. Shackles cut into his wrists, and chains dragged him down.
His lips were moving, and Evan strained his ears.
"RUN!" he was shouting. "TURN BACK!"
"Jess!" Evan squealed, grabbing her wrist and turning to see his sister. "Do you see him, too?" he asked, pointing to the top of the tower.
She frowned and turned her head, following his finger. "See who?" she asked.
Evan gasped and followed her gaze. He knew that he'd seen a man, a prisoner, but he'd turned around for one second, and when he looked back…
The man was gone. It was as if he'd never been there.
"Come along, children! You don't want to get left behind!" the tour guide shouted.
Evan sighed, trying to forget about the frightened expression on the man's face, as he followed the tour group into the tower.
Evan didn't think it was possible to feel more uneasy, but that was before he stepped inside the tower.
"Stick together. We're going up!" the tour guide announced, pointing towards the ceiling before beginning to ascend the stairs.
"This used to be the torture chamber!" the guide said once they reached a circular room on the fourth floor. There was a small window, not nearly big enough for a human to squeeze through, and the sunlight slanting across the floor made the dust more pronounced. The dim lanterns on the walls glowed upon the exhibits.
"This is the stretcher. They would chain your wrists and feet and stretch you until your spinal cord snapped!" the guide snarled in a spooky voice. "This is the wheel, where they would spin you until you were too dizzy to stand straight. It may not look like a harsh form of torture, but it rattled their brains so badly, they couldn't speak for a week."
"What's this?" Jessica questioned, pointing to a statue. The statue was of a man wearing dark clothes and a gray mask that completely covered his face and was holding an axe.
"That's a statue of the executioner," the tour guide answered before resuming his speech about the various forms of torture.
Jessica and Evan gazed at the statue, and the longer they stared at it, the more it started to look… familiar.
Evan turned back to the guide and was about to follow their group into the next room when Jessica suddenly screamed.
Evan followed her gaze, and his eyes widened as the statue- the statue- raised its arms, preparing to bring the axe down on the two children…
Cliffhanger! Thanks for reading. Leave a review! Goodbye, everyone.