Every small town has has its own rumors, its own legends. For one small town in particular, it revolved around the old abandoned castle in the who had ever lived there had heard about the castle but none dared go near it. Many claim it was once owned by a selfish monarch who tortured his people, while others say it was simply built but never lived /There were many different variations to the story of who or what once owned the building, but everyone could agree that the old castle and the land it sat on was haunted. It was rumored that the souls of those that once worked there were trapped there. They say that those souls attack any living being that dare wonder onto the property, that anyone who ventured near were never seen again. It was what everyone believed.
Everyone that is, except one man. If you were lucky enough to be at the town's only pub on a certain day, at a certain time, you'd be able to find the town's resident old drunkard. Strangely enough, nobody in the town knew much about him, other than he was thought to be rather crazy. He'd talk endlessly to any person who had the unfortunate luck of wondering near him, spew nonsense about various things. In his drunken stupor, he'd claim he was the original owner of the castle, despite the building being hundreds of years old. He'd go on and on about magic being real, even claiming to be a powerful sorcerer. Needless to say, not a single person believed him.
On one particular night, the old man was telling his stories to any poor soul that wondered too close. Unfortunately, Chase and his brother were such souls. They endured the story, having heard it all before. Until Marvin interrupted that is.
"If you really did live there, then surely you know what it is that keeps people away," the masked man asked partly out of curiosity and partly to hopefully shut the old fool.
The old man paused his story. He took his time to answer as though making it up on the spot. "It's a demon," he finally answered. "Created the thing myself to punish those who'd done me wrong.
Thankfully, before more could be said Chase stood up. He pretended to look at his watch, "Oh, would you look at the time? We best be getting home before Schneep has a fit."
Marvin looked at his brother for a moment before catching on on the lie. "Yes, yes. You're right." He stood up and looked back at the old man. "It was a pleasure hearing your story, Mister. But we really must be going."
The old man waved his hand, shooing the two off. "Yeah, yeah. No-one ever believes me anyone. Begone with ya."
The two brothers left the pub, heading home. They spoke about what the old man had said and had begun formulating what would have been a harmless little prank to pull on their youngest brother, Robbie.
All they needed was for the youngest to believe the legends. After all, it was only a legend. How can any of it be true?
But all legends have some basis in truth...