Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Castlevania. Any comments are welcome. I think I have the wrong accent. ^^;; If anyone has suggestions, please do say something.
Creak…
Groan…
Thump…
Creak…
Heavy footsteps…
A cottage out in the forest… by the ruins…
Neigh…
"What's old Nelly neighing out there for?" a man with a harsh voice demanded.
"Oh, she's just cold. If you'd let me give her more food, she'd stop neighing," his wife replied.
"Well, she's got plenty of grass out there."
"It's all dirt."
"Well, she don't work hard 'nough," the man answered. He sighed. "Alright, I'll be right back." He headed out back and picked up some oats in the shed behind the cottage. He walked toward the wide pasture to the horse and the animals. He dumped some oats into a slough and leaned on the fence. "My wife, she cares for you much, old Nelly."
A sudden clutter of noise arose at the end of the pasture. It quieted down just as quickly with only the flutter of feathers as a drifting sound.
"Tis only the chickens fighting," the man commented.
The horse neighed and swished its tail in response. It looked at the man quizzically.
"Nothin' to worry about, Nelly."
Something in the dark slithered toward them menacingly. So quiet, so dark, that they could never know…
"..What the hell?!!.."
The horse reared and neighed shrilly…
And all was quiet again. A moment later, the cottage erupted with screams…