The cleaning lady hurried along the passageway head down concentrating on her job but keeping an eye on the archway.
As benign as it looked with it opening out onto the beautiful gardens below she always sensed a malignant presence, a shadow that hung over the archway.
She thought it would only be a few minutes before she passed the archway and headed off down the adjoining hallway where the armour belonging to the Jolly Knight stood.
It was true the castle was a place of history both favourable and not. Many families had lived there over the centuries, and it had its fair share of ghosts and tales of woe.
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