He's got fangs, razor sharp ones / Massive paws, killer claws for the feast (dumb duck trio)

[lifesa_witch]

Perhaps if it was only rain, the bookkeeper would have tried to continue on his path to the nearest village, even though it was still a good two days away. But the harsh wind and the biting chill would all but force the young man to walk towards the last place he wanted to be. After all, the decaying old castle looked like the sort of setting one would use when telling a spooky story to frightened children.

But even with broken windows, old stone bricks falling off ancient walls, and the eerie feeling that something had their eye on him... what choice did he have? Maybe the scuffling he'd hear was merely the scurrying of rats feet. Maybe the shadows that flickered off in the distance was merely a raven settling in for the night.

This place hadn't been on the map. No one warned him about it. Yet here the castle sat, abandoned for who knew how long.

So why were the candles lit...?