The Castle Karlstadt – Excerpt 4
With the demise of the Karlstadt’s the town grew and prospered. The inquiry in to the rebellion against the Karlstadt’s was handled with discretion, and as no one was left to plead on behalf of the Karlstadt’s, they were presumed guilty as charged and the town and surrounding areas considered themselves well rid of them.
Ten years passed and much to the dismay of the population, another young woman went missing from one of the out – lying villages. The people in power sought for excuses, Maybe she had run away, or been kidnapped by the gypsies, who proliferated in the area. Anything but admit, that once again they may have a Vampire in their midst. That was a thought too horrific to even contemplate.
It was just about this time, that I travelling on horseback, arrived at the ruins of Karlstadt Castle. I use the term ruins loosely, for despite the enraged attempts of the populace, the castle still stood, stark and foreboding.
The main gate was knocked off its hinges and somewhat charred by fire, as were some of the interior rooms, a few of the ceiling beams were also fire damaged. On viewing the castle with a soldier’s eye, I considered it was still a good defensible position, despite the amount of damage.
Being pragmatic and not a teenage siren, I decided to bed down for the night within the castle itself. It might not be the most hospitable place, but it offered shelter and warmth, or would once I had built a small fire.
I suppose that being a military man I had little need of home comforts and cared even less for superstition local or otherwise and so I rested my head on my saddle and settled down for what I hoped would be a good nights sleep.
(C) Damian Grange 2018