When I Arrived at the Castle

<p><i>Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that. </i><br><i>But something compelled me to follow. . .</i><br><br>Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess¿ castle. Like many before her ¿ none of whom have returned ¿ she¿s determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. . .<br><br>Emily Carroll¿s hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, won¿t just make your skin crawl ¿ it will crawl underneath it.</p>