The Castle of the Dead

The clouds became dark, black as the heart of Satan as the brave adventurer entered the forest, riding his noble steed towards the mysterious castle buried deep in the treacherous soul of the haunted forest. This place was deemed The Castle of the Dead. It is known in far off lands that if any man, woman or child dares to enter this forsaken place, their souls shall be tortured and devoured by whatever evil that lays within.
The forest was dense, claustrophobic, with dead tree branches reaching out to the path, trying to claim another victim. No signs of life could be seen, as all the trees were dried and decayed, yet they were still living. The knight rubbed the back of his horse’s neck to calm it down. He could not afford to be knocked off and stranded in the middle of this forsaken place. As he traveled the narrow path, he glanced side to side, looking for anything that could prove to him that the forest was haunted. Coming from an honorable kingdom, and raised not to believe in such evils, he wanted to know if such things could exist. The trees looked more like horrific creatures to the knight than actual dried up trees. So the knight knew that such evils might exist if a forest could be shaped like this. The road to hell is usually paved with good intentions, but he was determined to discover the truth about this land.