The room that I came out of wasn't a room per say, but a long hallway that led to what had to be the best and the most grand entrance I had seen. The room was breathtaking, with clean red carpets, marble columns supporting one side of the room, and art statues and paintings decorating the hall way and grand entrance. The grand entrance had a beautiful white stair case leading upwards towards a giant door, which from my media knowledge said was probably the ballroom.
This placed looked and felt like the castle of either a king or a very rich nobleman. As I walked through the halls I made sure to note the hiding spots that I could use. In case another undead got 'active'. To be honest I didn't really know how to feel about that. One hand I am happy that it was easy to escape, on the other hand my escape was anticlimactic and I learn the hard truth not to trust Hollywood. Me an 8 year old boy was able to escape two real, legitimate undead by simply walking passed them. All the undead, zombie movies I saw had been a lie.
I should write a book about it called 'how to escape a zombie or undead' its called waiting and walking end book. I mean seriously I don't know how many times I had to listen to that song and dance of theirs. How many times I had to double check, tripe check and quadruple check to make sure I wasn't coming up with shit out my ass. After what felt like the 12th time of hearing the undead moaning it kind of became a "meh". Scary as all hell the first time though.
I felt conflicted on it, it was like watching a horror movie where the monster is built up but it is either something stupid that it is laughable or the protagonist defeat it with something stupid like a rock or something.
Well I guess the saying never look a gift horse in the mouth or something fits here. I found my hiding spot, it was actually in a wooden closet that sit on the bottom side of the stairs. But, I didn't really think too much about it. I decided that I wanted to leave but before doing so I checked the curtains to see if anything was outside.
To my shock there was. The castle had a road leading to a wall that surrounded it. The road had trees, and plants growing near. For something like this it felt weird that there were no weeds or even damage to the surrounding area or heck even the art, and carpet still looked new. Which made this feel strange in a new kind of way. The corpse had to have been dead long enough to become rotten and start decomposing but yet the internal and external of this place looked perfect, still new. It looked and felt like you were on a historical tour in a castle or something like that. It just felt…weird…fake maybe.
Not only that but when I looked at the sun, it felt weaker. Like it was cold, but the sun only made you feel a tiny bit warmer. Not only that but it just felt weak, so very weak. I didn't know why I felt that way but I did.
I was going to open the castle doors, but before I could I hear the sounds coming from the ballroom. I didn't think twice and hid in the closet. The sounds of instruments and music playing hit my ears. The sounds of multiple armor undead walking down the stairs together with the music play gave me the picture of a noble gathering from an anime or movie or something. I couldn't make out much, from my point of view was the stairway blocking most of my view on the left side with some of the view being able to see through the railing of the bottom part of the stairs and the other half being the rest of the room I found myself in.
As the footsteps continued down the stairs, I got to see full plated armor knights. Two were at the front holding a flag, while the others were do a ceremonial walk down from the stairs. Once the two front flag knights got about maybe 2 feet from the entrance door, it was hard to tell from here. They both raised their flags. A moment later there another set of foot steps walking down the stairs, but this one wasn't heavy like the armor undeads. No, this was more quiet, and soft. The undead that came down had on a butler uniform, and in his hands were a tightly held set of papers that had long been ruined due to wear and tear from age.
He lifted the papers in front of him directly in front of him and began reading it. Reading it being he stood there like a robot, and began moving his mouth up and down like someone trying to chew gum with their mouth open. It was a few seconds later that he stop moving his mouth, and the armored knights straighten up further. Which I didn't know was possible with how they stood. The flag bearers placed their flags gently to their side as they both each for the door hands and when I thought they would open them they just stood there.
It felt like they were suppose to open the door, but instead just stood there with their arms holding the door. They moved back to their positions with their flag raised avoiding the stop where the door would have opened up at. Watching it I couldn't help but think that this was probably how nobles greeted each other or greeted their kings when they came to their home.
After that boots, along with high heels could be hearing walking down stairs. There were two undead male and female. The female undead which I assumed was female, had on a completely white dress with a veil covering her face. A long white band stretched down covering her hair as well. She had her hands interlooked with the male undead. The male undead had on a noble robes. He held himself with a straighten back, careful steps and with its head up. Which looked strange when an undead person did it. He stopped just below the stairs, letting his wife or assumed wife go from his left arm, he then extended his arms forward like he was greeting someone. The female undead even bowed to empty air.
The whole thing made my skin crawl. There was nothing here nothing at all, yet all these undead were acting like something was there. It was that skin crawl feeling that you got when people said they were talking to someone, but when you looked nothing was there. Or that creepy feeling in movies where the kids are playing with 'imaginary' friends.
The whole thing ended with the noble male undead gesturing to empty air to follow him, his female counter partner followed him shortly after. Once they were at the top of the stairs, I couldn't see them but when I heard the foot steps come to an end I assumed they reached the top. The other knights turned sharply and made their way up the stairs following behind them.
Just like that it was over, and I knew or at least thought that this was going to repeat again, and again. The only thing that I could think of was that I was one lucky son of a bitch. If I had opened that door at any other time I would have been seen for a fact. And, I really didn't want to know what would happen when I met an undead when they were 'active'.
Leaving my hiding spot, I made my way back to the exit door. I tried opening them, but couldn't get it to open. The door hinges had probably rusted or maybe the door was that heavy. It was a decent size wooden door, that had to be more than 2 meters high, and its width was about the same if not a little less. So, my piss poor strength wasn't going to open that anytime soon.
So that left the window. I made my way to the outside window, which had some decorative curtains on them. Too bad I didn't care about that one bit. It was a shame too they looked more expensive than that fucking wedding both myself and my future wife were saving up for. I missed her and my family but I couldn't focus on that right now.
The curtains came off fairly easily with a strong pull. With the window fully available to me, with the red curtains on the floor after I throw it on the ground, that was when I looked outside for the second time and I was stunned. Before the Sun was high in the air, and it had to be somewhere from 12-3 pm now it had lowered to around late afternoon. I had maybe an hour or so of sunlight left. That didn't make sense at all, the whole ceremony bullshit undead whatever thing was only at most 5 minutes if even that. So, how did the sun go from high up to this in 5 minutes.
Not only that but I definitely was in that dungeon for way longer then the undead ceremony that I had watched. Weird but whatever, my only goal was to try and break this window and get the heck out of here. I like my chances more outside then inside. Not only that but something told me that I needed to leave. There was this growing dread in my chest, which according to every horror movie every made was usually the time when shit would hit the fan. I was a nigga, and niggas NEVER, EVER stay when horror movie shit hits the fan. That was the horror movie white people stuff, explore the castle yeah fuck that. I wanted to get away from this place, before something more crazy than seeing undead talking to empty air was or could possible be.
The music continue to play in the background while I looked for something to use to break this window. I found and vase and said 'fuck it' the problem was when I threw the vase the nothing happen besides the fact the vase was now on the floor. Not only did the window not break but even the vase had been safe. What the hell kind of glass is this? Bullproof glass or something? This was a medieval or whatever castle did they even have that stuff back then? When I examined the vase it looked like a pottery vase that would easily break if dropped from a certain height.
Was I that weak, that I couldn't even break a vase? No. I took the vase and throw it as hard as I possible could to the floor. The vase hit the floor, didn't break, just bounced on the floor and then rolled.
What the fuck is this place? Maybe logic wasn't something I should use in a place with literal undead in it. Yeah, probably should have figured that. With that being a failure I was starting to get desperate. The skin crawl, bad feeling, death be upon thee feeling was getting worse and I really, really did not want to be here in this place at this moment. Looking around I founded a statue knight with a sword in its hand. I took the sword and had the basic thought of 'pointy stick, will break glass window' when I thrusted the sword into the window nothing happened. In fact it felt like I pushed the sword against metal, there was even a clicking sound.
Maybe there was a back door or something this wasn't going to work. I couldn't open the door or apparently open a fucking window either. If my military buddies saw me now, I don't know if they would laugh at me face or still me to GTFO. Both, probably both.
I was going to leave, when I heard the top of the stairs doors opening. I knew what it meant that I needed to hide, and from my studies of the prior undead nothing would come of the mess I had made in the entrance room.
I made my way back to the hiding spot I had been in early. I took the sword with me for multiple reasons 1-it was for comfort, as having a weapon in a horror movie was number 1 priority and 2- because it was cool. It was a broadsword, with a roaring lion face at the end of the hilt. The cross-guard ends had this red gem on it. It was surprisingly light, even though it was literal almost the same height as me.
Sword were suppose to be heavy right? I mean being made of metal and whatnot so why was this sword light and why were the windows in the place indestructible. The ceremony happened the same way, and ended the same way. However this time when I looked out the window it was dark, and the moon had become visible.
I couldn't study the outside world any further because there was a church bell sound. It rang 3 times before stopping. I didn't know how or why but I ran into my hiding spot. I don't know if it was instincts or horror movie logic or whatever else but I hid. No sooner did I hid that the whole castle went crazy. The music stopped there was screaming and moaning coming from all around me. The doors busted opened and the undead were storming out from the upstairs floor. From what I could see there was no elegance just a bunch of undead running down the stairs and towards the exit door like their life depended on it.
Some had on armor, others had on maid and butler uniforms and others had on dresses and noble robes. All of them however were running, screaming, to the door. It looked like the devil was chasing them.
I didn't know what to do. Something told me to run with the undead, and the other part told me that I would die if they saw me. What was scarier than seeing a walking corpse that talked to empty air, that same corpse running for their lives. If the undead were playing out their lives then whatever they were running from had these people scared out of their minds. I didn't want to stay, but at the exact same time I didn't know if leaving this spot meant they would kill me.
It was the same gut feeling of dread I had. My gut said that if undead saw me while they were 'active' then it was over for me. So, there I was hiding and shaking my mind telling me one thing and my subconscious saying another. When the final or at least from what I could see, undead left I kicked the door and ran for the door with my sword in hand.
I could clearly seeing the undead horde ahead of me, running down the dirt path the way towards the outside wall gates. The outside wall gates had been open, and from the brief moment I saw even more movement further in the distance. Yeah, so dark is bad. Very bad.
I was so close, could taste the outside air and outside freedom when it closed on me, I couldn't stop my momentum in time and ate the front of the door. I didn't even registered the pain nor the damage I simply looked at the door and started banging and hitting it. Pushing it to get it opened as best as I could, then I ran to the window and really said fuck it. I shoved, pushed, throw anything and everything in the room I could find at it.
Nothing. I was trapped here with whatever the undead had ran from. Whatever scared the undead was here with me, and I…was here alone.