It was last month, on Halloween night. We decided, with Lucia, to visit a ruined castle in the forest. Lucy, this is my best friend, she is small for her fourteen years, and very dark, with rosy cheeks and a long thin nose. She loves horror stories and all that can be scary: the opposite of me. We wanted to explore the castle last week because a friend told us that he was haunted murmured. Lucie had immediately wanted to visit me, I was a little reluctant. But I accepted that I soon regretted.So we were on the old road, holding hands as when we were small. Lucia was thrilled, I had one wish, run away as fast and go home. Only the hand of Lucie held me in mine when it had appeared. Imposing castle was old gray stone with the north tower collapsed and the west wing burned. It was a fire four years ago, which had destroyed. The fire had started in the middle of the night, we still do not know why or how. What is strange is that we have never found the body of the owner, when he was supposed to sleep in her room in the middle of the wing burned. The owner has disappeared, the castle was abandoned, and ivy covering the now. After a moment's hesitation, Lucia took me to the big door left ajar. Upon entering the huge hall, we écarquillâmes eyes: everything was so beautiful and luxurious! Everywhere, it was only stones and gilding. But one detail wrong: he had, oddly, very clean for a castle where no one had set foot for four years. The floor was polished and the huge crystal chandelier seemsed to have been polished yesterday.
