Her heel snagged on the grass laced gravel that led up to the castle brought extinct by a dreadful outbreak of tuberculosis, no mercy shown to the royalty or servants who once dwelled here.
She swung the iron keys from left to right, glancing back to tell me stories of how the remaining officials turned the palace into a hospital for the ill.
“No patients survived.” She said.
“Mmmm.” I nodded.
The last key on the ring unlocked the worn and rusted gate, allowing us entry.
“You really want to purchase this eyesore, sir?” She said.
“Aren’t you a realtor?” Common sense should’ve been visible from the mind of an elegant businesswoman dressed in Armani.
“Sure.” She shrugged.
Feeling a breeze from overhead, I observed eight ghastly vultures swooping down to catch her sent. The day darkened, bringing a beautiful pastel sky into view, signaling their approval of the prey I had chosen. A generational task passed down, to feed our ancestors having died here of the plague, whose tormented souls had taken the shape of the only living creatures around, the birds. They’ve since haunted every ward.
She rushed to the foyer, the shattered glass ceiling allowed light to shine upon the healthy, vibrant indoor garden. “How is this possible?” She bent down to sniff a beautiful red rose, quickly returning to a standing position once the sound of wailing echoed within the walls.
She hadn’t been here before.
“Miss, your imagination is wild.” I snatched her backwards into my chest, wrapping my arm around her pearl choker, I snapped her neck.
“Feast.” I offered her to my kin. The air thickened, a translucent film hovered and the vultures reappeared. They ripped into her flesh, devouring every morsel except for the bits needed to fertilize the inviting and necessary garden.
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