Promptly

Aaryn has been doing these PROMPTuesday things occasionally. Every time I read her contributions I think, "I want to do that. I really ought to." and then I don't. Since yesterday was a writing day I decided there was no time like the present. Here's my first attempt, from this prompt. Jump on the bandwagon, the shocks are good and the band is actually resting after a long night.

The door creaks as it opens and inside it is dark. It looks damp and smells it too. There’s something else, another odor, dusty and burned, a candle. The room is small but the dark space seems endless between me and the candle. Someone is holding that candle. Or something. It’s hard to tell until it speaks.

“Come in,” the deep, raspy, ruined voice, straight out of a horror movie commands me.

Against all rational thought I enter.

“Closer.” It urges. My skin pimples and my spine shivers but still I walk.

The dirt is cool beneath my toes and my heart is hammering in my chest making the blood pound in my ears so I can hardly hear.

“The passage is dark.” It warns me as it turns. “Follow me closely.”

“Where…?” I trail off.

“It is my duty to show you your castle, Your Highness.”