T. Richolm - Az elsüllyedt kastély legendája

Then a blood-curdling female scream ripped through Mike's eardrums. He waited and listened. It seemed so close, so gut-wrenching, so unexpected and terrifying...
Someone's in trouble! - he thought and started to look around...
Then he returned to the fire and sat down, but he could not rest...
He sensed that something else was going to happen during the night, and then he heard the screaming again...
He set out to get to the bottom of it. Between the trees, he saw a pale young female figure running towards him as he turned back to look back at a large, blurred building - her long, half undone hair slowly following the sudden movement of her head. His hands are clenched into fists, his arms are stiffly outstretched, as if he is in unbearable mental pain, as if he is fleeing from imminent danger...
Mike couldn't process what he saw. Weak, unconscious, he slipped to the ground. He lay flat on his back, and his head fell into the pile of ashes...

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