The Castle

I was nearly three years old when my family moved into a new house. One of my first memories of life was when I was sitting in my child seat in the back of my dad's car and we were pulling up to the new house. As we were were driving up we passed by a house and atop of this house was a castle. Yes, a castle. As a three year old I didn't know what to think. We arrived to our new house and were greeted by our neighbors, but all I could think about was the castle atop the house. 

​Later on that day my mother took me for a walk around the neighborhood. We walked by the castle house and I just stood and stared at it. I wondered how it could be so. For the rest of my childhood I would always walk by the castle and wonder what was inside. 

As I got older the castle just blended in with the rest of my thoughts and I largely forgot about it. But one day when I was about 15 years old I met one of the daughters that lived in the castle and we started to become good friends and eventually became boyfriend girlfriend. On several occasions I went over to the house but I never got invited into the castle which was built atop of the house. I think the daughter of the house named, Anna, wondered why I didn't ask her if I could see inside the castle. I just thought it was an awkward question to ask her. But then one day I finally asked if I could and she said no, explaining that it was only for family members. 

My curiosity grew as I started to hear rumors about what was going on in the castle. Everything from caged up people to children being tortured. But unless I saw it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it. 

I started to keep track of what went on at the castle. I would sit on a bench outside a church which was directly across the street from the castle and watch. Many people would come and go out of the castle and whenever an unknown person would arrive there I would see movement through the stained glass windows of the castle. Something was going on. The first thing I could think of was that someone in the household was conducting some type of ritualism or occultism. The only other possibility I could dream up was some type of fortune telling. I wanted to find out more than anything in the world.

I continued to watch the medieval castle and on warm days the stain glass windows were partially opened and I could hear distant screams and moans coming from within. My suspicions grew. 

One day I decided to steal the mail from the house and brought it home to read. There were many letters to a business called, "Medieval Corp." I opened them up and they were just bills, but nothing specific as to what was going on at the business. There was a phone number, so I called it and the voice on the other line asked what time I wanted to come in. I told her tomorrow at 3 p.m. But I didn't know what I was going in for. I wasn't worried about my ex-girlfriend seeing me as she had now moved away to go to school in Europe.

That day I went to the side door of the castle and knocked. A lady opened the door and immediately jabbed me with a needle. When I woke up I was strapped to a chair and the man of the castle held a drill in his hand and said, "Open wide so I don't have to go in through your nose."