[ IP ] Miranda Castle , Belgium

I was absolutely excited when the letter came in about winning a trip to a beautiful castle. I did n't remember entering the contest, but after calling the number and talking to the man who I only know by Mr. White, I could tell it was all true. The flight took a while to get there, but when I drove up in my small rental car to the new place, I was stunned to see it was nothing like the picture. It felt decrepit, long abandoned, and sad. The dark overcast that loomed above the castle did n't help the scene either, but funny how it was never sunny on my stay there. I knocked on the door using the old rusted door handle that laid there, cobwebs broke as I reached. I pretended I just won a marathon of a race I did n't knew I joined in order to deter myself from the idea that there was a large spider at the end of that web. No one answered the door, it only opened itself slowly in an eerie way. My heart tugged me to run, run far away from this place, but my brain said to continue on. `` Do you really want to spoil your vacation?'' 
 
 No, no I did not. I entered the castle, and the inside was as bad of a shape on the outside, but at least it was full of furniture. I'm sure with a bit of cleaning I could help out Mr. White and maybe it'll all work out. Plus, how many people do you know goes on vacation to a castle? Facebook friends would be jealous for sure! But I did n't expect what that night was going to be. I walked up the stairs of the large lobby, as statues lined up the walls on the sides all of them with a sadness on their face, and on top was clearly the entrance to the master bedroom, oh how large that bed was! It could have fit ten of me easily. I placed my stuff down next to the dresser, and tossed my body across the bed. The flight got me exhausted, but I swear I felt someone touch my face. My eyes opened quickly, but I saw nothing, just the flicker of the candle that I turned on, and my belongings next to the door. 
 
 `` Wait, did n't I drop it down next to the dresser?'' I said to myself, maybe my exhausted mind was playing tricks on me. Shaking my head, I tossed those ideas away and laid back down, and before I knew it, I slept. 
 
 I awoke violently as I heard a loud crash outside the bedroom door. I quickly grabbed a heavy candle stick as I slowly tip toed my way out of the room and into the lobby. I peered over the balcony and I saw my stuff thrown and tossed over the ground. 
 
 `` Who is there?'' I screamed, but the only response was a haunting echo, one that reminded me of how lonely I was starting to feel. How did my things fall? Did I leave them in the hallway? No, I left it by the door. I'm sure of it this time. The door behind me slammed shut, as I raced toward it but it was locked. Maybe the windows created a draft that pushed it closed and it was already in locking position. Yeah, that's what I'll tell myself, there's an explanation for everything, right? Ghosts stories and supernaturals were only stories to scare little kids, but I'm an adult now, I can explain everything! The candle that lit the lobby went out, and the darkness was setting in. I ran down the stairs, stumbling a bit and reaching for the flashlight that I packed in my belongings. As I clicked it on, I swore I saw a shadow move. It was like a figure, standing right behind me, but when I looked, there was nothing there. The heavy feeling of something watching over me would n't go away, and I was starting to feel afraid of moving anywhere. Another door opened in front of me, one that lead downstairs. I'm not dumb enough to fall for that! Every scary movie, anyone who goes into the basement dies, I have that much, I'll just leave. 
 
 But the house would n't let me. The door was stuck, and a flickering light was now coming from the basement door. Why me? This is n't vacation, this is n't fun anymore! Is this some sort of sick twisted reality show by Mr. White? I could see my family watching the hidden video cameras and laughing. But my mind kept pulling me to the only light source I knew nothing of, so I trudged, and continued on toward it. The basement was cold, damp, you could smell the mold as it sort of choked your breath. Still, my mind's curiosity grew stronger. As I finished the long, spiraling stairwell, I entered a room where a movie was playing. I did n't know of what, but it was old clearly, and black and white. It seemed to be suspenseful, but I could n't tell. There was a seat there, so I figured, why not? 
 
 Oh, how wrong I was. The moment I sat down chains locked around my feet and wrists, and from the corner was a man. When he spoke, I knew who it was, Mr. White. 
 
 `` Now let's start another experiment....'' were the last words I remember about him. Now I'm stuck, trapped as another statue knight, unable to move, unable to warn others that breeze into here. He placed me on the lobby, taunting me I know, as people come in, but never leave, each one into a new statue. One of them said they even swore they saw a tear down my eye. I'm sorry I could n't save you. My memories slowly disappear each day, I start to remember less and less, and I could feel myself losing the human side of me. I only wish I could warn others before I'm completely a statue. 
 
 Please hel........
