The castle was pleasant by day but at night it became a sinister blot. Stories of supernatural creatures hung over the place, causing folk to stay away.
I’d set out to prove they were all legends. Peering out of my tent, the full moonlight touched the medieval stones, casting an eerie glow. I heard voices then a fire sprung to life. Before me, the devil and a coven of witches began to party.
I tried to convince myself it was a dream and perhaps it truly was but what I saw that night I will take to my grave.
(Inspired from; https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/08/30/1-september-2017 with thanks)