On one dark and gloomy night in the dull misty depths of the haunted forest sat an abandoned castle full of cries and sorrow; how the trees watched as they thundered through the forest to the Castle of Terror! The wind howled like a dying beast, carrying with it whispers of ancient grief. Twisted branches clawed at the heavy air, and the moon barely pierced the fog, casting a pale glow upon the moss-covered stones. The castle stood hunched like a wounded creature, its towers jagged against the sky, windows black as the void, hiding secrets too vile to speak.
Inside, the walls dripped with moisture, and the once-grand halls lay in ruin. Tattered tapestries fluttered despite the stillness, as though remembering a time when life dared to dwell there. The cries—soft at first—echoed from deep below, pulling the intruders forward with a chilling grip of dread. They were drawn by something unseen, a force thick and suffocating, each step taken as if under a spell spun from shadows. The floor groaned beneath them, as though the castle itself breathed and mourned.
In the heart of the castle, they found the grand chamber, lit only by the cold light of the moon through a cracked skylight. There stood an old mirror, framed in blackened silver, its surface rippling like water. As they approached, the mirror began to weep blood-red tears, and a figure—gaunt, cloaked in mourning shrouds—emerged within its depths. It did not speak but raised a hand heavy with chains, pointing to the floor. The stone beneath them began to split, revealing the pit of those who had come before and never left.
The screams grew louder, more real, until they realized they were not echoes of the past—but cries of the present, their own. The castle closed its doors with a booming finality, trapping them in its endless night. The forest sighed as if satisfied, its trees returning to silence, watching once more as the darkness claimed new souls. The Castle of Terror stood still, but within, the cries would never stop. Would you dare listen close enough to hear them?
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Whats 9+10?
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say adios to Fairway PLC :D
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old vs new base
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meet a fanmade inanimate insanity character I made named apple juice/ AJ (OJ's little brother) [I'll put oj next to aj with their pics side by side]
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meet my bfdi oc bus in my fanmade livery the yoyle-link an abandoned company that once ran in yoyle city based on the irl British bus the coast-link
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rate this story I wrote out of 10!
On one dark and gloomy night in the dull misty depths of the haunted forest sat an abandoned castle full of cries and sorrow; how the trees watched as they thundered through the forest to the Castle of Terror! The wind howled like a dying beast, carrying with it whispers of ancient grief. Twisted branches clawed at the heavy air, and the moon barely pierced the fog, casting a pale glow upon the moss-covered stones. The castle stood hunched like a wounded creature, its towers jagged against the sky, windows black as the void, hiding secrets too vile to speak.
Inside, the walls dripped with moisture, and the once-grand halls lay in ruin. Tattered tapestries fluttered despite the stillness, as though remembering a time when life dared to dwell there. The cries—soft at first—echoed from deep below, pulling the intruders forward with a chilling grip of dread. They were drawn by something unseen, a force thick and suffocating, each step taken as if under a spell spun from shadows. The floor groaned beneath them, as though the castle itself breathed and mourned.
In the heart of the castle, they found the grand chamber, lit only by the cold light of the moon through a cracked skylight. There stood an old mirror, framed in blackened silver, its surface rippling like water. As they approached, the mirror began to weep blood-red tears, and a figure—gaunt, cloaked in mourning shrouds—emerged within its depths. It did not speak but raised a hand heavy with chains, pointing to the floor. The stone beneath them began to split, revealing the pit of those who had come before and never left.
The screams grew louder, more real, until they realized they were not echoes of the past—but cries of the present, their own. The castle closed its doors with a booming finality, trapping them in its endless night. The forest sighed as if satisfied, its trees returning to silence, watching once more as the darkness claimed new souls. The Castle of Terror stood still, but within, the cries would never stop. Would you dare listen close enough to hear them?
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what is ‪@tobeyjones229‬ doing lol
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what version of my profile is better?
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