Well, this was it.

You were screwed, completely screwed. This is where you’d die, without your friends, family or anyone knowing where you disappeared off to. All because you played your cards like a dumb protagonist in a horror movie.

This decrepit, centuries-old castle was what you assumed to be your only haven from the ravenous winter outside. Your fingers were numb and white from the cold, teeth chattering incessantly. You had a matchbox in your pocket, lighting them away one by one for warmth and light as you wandered through this stupidly large castle. The place looked like it had been lived in, and the clutter was almost perfectly placed to make it look inhabited, fancy, nonetheless.

You came across a large painting, and just as your hand reached to pull the curtain away, you heard footsteps. Heels clicking their way over to you, already too close for your liking. You whipped your head around, holding the match in your hand out, waving it about. There was no one there... was the cold making you hallucinate?

And when you turned your back to the hallway again, you felt a presence behind you. A suffocating, cold presence. Your blood ran dry in your veins, paralyzed with fear. The match dropped from your stiff hand, a heeled shoe snuffing out the flame from behind you.

"I didn't know I was expecting visitors tonight... and to intrude, no less."

A woman's voice asked, her voice soft, yet icy as sharp nails traced sharply down the side of your neck, pricking warm dots of blood from your frozen skin. Now you really were screwed...