Here's the second part of my short story (which I've decided will be short... ish.)
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We winded up the stone road to the castle, wind and rain battering our faces. from all sides. It was a miracle that we even made it to the building in one piece, what with our sight being extremely blurred from the precipitation, and the road being quite wet and slippery. Twice we'd nearly veered off the road.
"That was one heck of a ride,"" commented Jeff, regaining his apparently held breath as he parked under a cluster of trees, hoping they would provide some cover for his car. He didn't seem so fazed, more exhilirated, really.
I inhaled in short gasps as a reply, hand on my chest. My composure recovered, I unlocked my door. "Come on, we'd better get inside." I stilled and thought for a moment. "... I hope that it isn't locked."
"That would suck," Jeff said. We opened our doors simultaneously and water gushed from the convertable's interior. Jeff offered his arm to me jovially and I clung to it gratefully, wondering how he could stay so cheerful in our situation. We sloshed over to the castle's large door, our soaking clothes making movement harder.
We finally stood face to face with the door. "Now for the moment of truth." Jeff nervously tugged, then pushed at the door's rusted handles. Slowly, it creaked open, and we sighed in relief. Finally inside, safe from the cold and rain, we sat in the unfurnished foyer, huddling for warmth, half naked, our clothes laying across the floor to dry. I snuggled up to Jeff, trying to steal whatever warmth emanated from him. I looked up at his face, which was glowing with excitement and curiosity. I swivelled my head around as well, to take in this temporary haven.
The castle was dimly lit, torches flickering against the walls. A grand staircase wound upwards to the second level, and two doors were on either side of it. Tattered tapestries hung along the walls, the depictions barely recognizable. The place must have been very beautiful in its prime.
Then it hit me. We were supposed to be in an abandoned castle. We were supposed to be alone. It was night and we shouldn't have been able to see a thing. Yet the lit candles contradicted those facts.
Worried, I looked up at Jeff, who'd seemed to have come to the same conclusion as me.
"Hannah. I think you already know this... but I don't think we're the only people here. There's someone else in the castle."
