Lauri fishkitty@hotmail.com The Castle Gates Come inside Run for your lives "I'm going with you." Janet said decisevely as she reached to unbuckle her seat belt.
"Oh, darling," Brad protested, "there's no sense in both of us getting wet."
"I'm coming with you," she insisted, "Besides, the owner of that phone might be a beautiful woman and you might never come back again." The laughed together as they stepped out of the car into the rain.
The castle looked forboding from the gates, and the "Enter At Your Own Risk" sign hanging only darkened the image. "Nonsense," Brad thought to himself, "this isn't a movie." Of course, he was about ready to eat his words once they arrived at the front door, flanked by eerie stone gargoyles.
And the butler who answered the door! He looked straight out of one of those 1940's silent horror films, pale skin, hunchback and all.
"Hello." The butler looked at them suspiciously through a crack in the open door.
Brad took a deep breath, introduced himself and Janet and explained their prediciment.
"You're wet." The man observed.
"Yes," Janet said in a shaking voice, "It's raining." She looked at Brad, tension and fear showing in her eyes.
"Yes," the butler mumbled. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminated a row of motorcycles not unlike those they had been seeing on the road. The butler jumped uneasily as the couple turned in surprise. "I think perhaps you'd better both... come inside."