Chapter Derp.
Unknown to her they where right outside of the castle. Its rugged edges protruding into the moonlight, now visible since the rain stopped. With Helga held in one arm and the other one slamming on the door, Rolf was ready collapse. “Why hello there I wasn’t- Rolf got on one knee, dropping off Helga unto the ground. He then collapsed, falling on top of a fancy Persian rug.
When Rolf and Helga woke up they where greeted by a well groomed man who looked about 50, he had posh cologne on and his hair was groomed back. “As I was saying before you collapsed, I wasn’t expecting visitors” Said the posh man. “We are very sorry sir, it’s just that our things where stolen, it was dark, raining and we where seeing such horrible things. Such… such horrible things.” Whispers Rolf. Gazing off into the distance. “Ah, about that, my man servants found your camp site early in the morning, cheap old wine and half eaten mushrooms where found. That might explain your predicament. Oh! How rude of me, I forgot to tell you my name, my name is Sigmund, Sigmund von Freeden!” Says Sigmund with a grin on his face. “Mushrooms? I… I really don’t remember any mushrooms.” “Honey it must we must have found them after we got drunk and wondered off.” Helga and Rolf say. “Well its dinner time, I propose that you two get ready” Sigmund says while walking out of the room. “We shall” Helga and Rolf say in unison.
Rolf gets out of bed and washes up, while Helga eavesdrops through the door. “Josef! You are finally out of there- “Silence, we have guests over so my name is Sigmund, you got it? S-i-g-m-u-n-d! Now don’t muck up again!” Snarls Sigmund. Helga tells Rolf what she has heard and gets ready. Outside of their room they can feel the cold from the old weary stones that make up the floor and taste the mildew in the air. The dark eeriness of the castle is doubled by the massive dining room. Taken right out of the scary pulp fiction they read as children, the dining room is large and only illuminated by the iron cast chandelier in the middle, the corners staying dark, letting their imagination only guess what horrors are there. With a massively long table in the middle, Josef chooses to sit at one end with his three dwarf man servants while Rolf and Helga sit at the other. After an awkward dinner, Josef invites them to explore the castle but not to go underground for that is where he works. The castle is an alien planet to them; cold wet water dripping from the tops unto the floor which is covered with scurrying rats in some places. Helga and Rolf split up, Helga wanting to explore more, specifically the underground while Rolf goes to bed.
Helga sneakily goes down to the underground, she hears footsteps coming so she jumps quickly into the next door she sees. After she hears them pass she looks around the room. Jars everywhere and a 3 surgical tables, in the jars the most disgusting things imaginable, human eyes, organs and fetuses all float in the jars, while on the surgical tables are dwarves, 2 of them. They are both have lost several body parts, maybe an ear or an eye and even on one of them her lips are missing. Disgusted by what she has seen she almost faints, but keeping her compouser and continues on deeper. As she walks closer she sees that there is a name tag on the third table, she bends over for a better view. To her horror she sees that it has her name on it. Desperation, fear; these are the emotions she feels right then and there. Helga turns around to get away from the dastardly place, but to her grievance Josef is standing right there. “Oh naughty you, I said not to come down here but you did. But before I kill you, I would like to give you a back story, nobody likes to die in confusion. I was once a wonderful and talented doctor in the glorious Reich at the revered camp Auschwitz, but sadly the war went badly for us and I had to escape. So I came here, I heard there was a rundown castle for sale and I bought it, with a fake alias saying that I was a wealthy surgeon and that the dwarves where my manservants. The ignorant villagers gobbled it all up. To not stay bored for the rest of my life I continued my studies here, with my dwarves drugging or kidnapping some of the intrepid hikers that came into the forest.” “Y-you’re Josef Mengele! Oh god.” Whimpers Helga. “Clever you, you found me out. Im quite safe here considering I almost never have contact with the local popoulice.” Helga grabs a bottle containing some strange liquid off the table and smashes it, revealing its sharp teeth. “You try to touch me and I’ll gut you like a pig!” Yells Helga. “You think I would tell you my story and what im going to do while aswell putting myself in any remote risk of danger? Do you think im a comic book villain of some sorts? I added sedatives to your food before dinner time, your husband went to sleep and got his jugular cut by my dwarves. Ahhh, nothing like seeing a red rose grow. To think of it, your time should be coming soon, in fact (Josef pulls out a stop watch) its in 3.. 2.. 1, sweet dreams buttercup. Helgas eyes flutter then close, she falls and her head hits the edge of the table. A puddle of blood pours around her body, Josef calls out for his dwarves.
The end.
I wrote this one evening for school, critique as you wish.
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