A huge cry came from behind Mark and Elisabeth. The pair jumped at the sound and they turned to see Joel in pain. Mark came to try to help but he was badly damaged by the Ghost Writer.

“I’ll be fine. That beast, it’s trying to kill everything. Elisabeth doesn’t believe me,” he said to Mark.

“You did piss him off and we all broke into his place. These undead people think differently I guess,” Mark said to Joel.

“Don’t listen to Joel. He doesn’t care about anyone,” Elisabeth snapped at the two of them.

“What about you. You love that beast?” Joel asked her.

There was a pause in Elisabeth and she turned back at him, “Can’t you try to understand instead of your pre-judging?” she shouted.

The bloody Joel rose to his feet and his angry was peeking again and marched to the end of the room and looked around.

“Where is he? Did he run off again?” he cried at his friends.

“We don’t know Joel. You’re not in a state to fight him. He’s the undead. He’s impossible to beat!” Mark shouted at him.

Joel’s mind was made up and he was to battle the Ghost Writer no matter what. Even if he was impossible to beat or that he was the undead.

“I will battle him,” he cried out in the room.

At the cry of his voice a sword was thrown from the top level and landed at Joel’s feet. The Ghost Writer appeared with his sword and leaned on the stair rail.

“Come and battle if you wish. I will try and make this quick ending for you,” the ghost said to Joel.

He started to walk down the stairs with the sword in hand. Joel picked up his weapon and pointed it to the Ghost Writer.

There comes a time when you must fight for your lives. To battle against the beasts of the night. Slain the ghosts that haunt our lives and break the evil around us,” Joel told his group.

There is the evil before you. His ego is large and dangerous. He controls his lover and tells her who’ll she’ll love and who’ll she’ll hate,” the Ghost Writer sung out to Elisabeth and Mark.

Mark was holding on to Elisabeth when she broke free walked up to the pair and protested.

Please don’t fight you foolish men before the stars tonight. Please don’t excite the graveyard ghosts or cause any pain tonight. Let the madness stop tonight,” she begged them.

She was ignored by the fighters in the night and they pointed at each other with their swords and sung together, “Let us battle the demons tonight. Cross swords and magic against the evil in the night. There is the evil you fear Elisabeth! For tonight the end is nigh!

They smashed sword together and the battle began and Mark watched on in horror. Green flames appeared from the Ghost Writer’s sword and attacked Joel on the other side of the room.

Please don’t fight you foolish men before the stars tonight. Please don’t excite the graveyard ghosts or cause any pain tonight. Let the madness stop tonight,” she cried out staying with Mark.

The choir burst out from the side walls and Mark fell to the ground surprised at it.

Let us battle the demons tonight. Cross swords and magic against the evil in the night. There is the evil you fear Elisabeth! For tonight the end is nigh!” the room burst out singing.

The Ghost Writer crossed swords with Joel as he fell to the ground as Joel towered over him. His face filled with anger and madness.

“You have to die now Ghost Writer. For me!’ he cried rising up his sword.

The Ghost Writer smiled as he watched the clouds gather above the two of them. He rose up his hand and bolt of lightening came crashing down into the castle rooftop. It hit Joel and he blew apart into chucks of pieces. The Ghost Writer stood up again and dropped his sword next to Joel’s. Suddenly a second blast of lightening hit the Ghost Writer and he blew into the next room and disappeared from sight leaving Elisabeth and Mark alone.

“Ghost Writer, what happened? Where are you!” she shouted out.

“He got hit too. Shit. We have to find him. But where?” Mark cried out.

“We have to find him,” she cried pulling Mark along with him to find out.

 

*

 

Elisabeth and Mark came to a new room where a green and haunting garden existed. Strange and horrible plants existed and gave funny looks at their visitors. The girl saw the Ghost Writer at the end of the garden and told Mark to stay where he was. She was to go to see him.

“Ghost Writer, where are you?” she cried out in the garden.

“I’m here Elisabeth,” he answered her at the end of the garden.

“What happened? Did the thunder strike you too?” she asked the undead.

“Yes, it was the first time I felt pain in a long time,” he answered blankly.

“Are you hurt? Can I help you?”

“I’m fine. But I can help you. What happened out there needed to happen. It was his choice that he made and a fatal one it was,” he explained.

A tear came to Elisabeth’s eye. The stress of the night was pressuring her. The Ghost Writer turned around to hear her weep.

Listen to me my dear. The pain will go away soon. Wash away those tears and dry your eyes and look at me. For I will keep you safe and warm in here,” he sung to her.

The plants leaned towards her to give comfort to her. She watched in amazement and looked up to the Ghost Writer.

Be not confused by this. This is not a heart calling. But it is only the best a ghost can do. That slain your lover in the castle.

Her head rose quickly and tossed her head at him, “Please excuse yourself Ghost Writer. He was never my lover. A coldness that grew so large.   This castle, that battle. Made me see. What evil and heartless he was.

Listen to me my dear. Close your eyes and fly away. For you are all alone here. For tomorrow you will leave and the coldness will return to me. Just for now I will keep you safe and warm in here.

There was small cry from the other side of the garden and the pair turned to listen to it.

“These plants, they don’t eat people do they?” cried a voice.

Elisabeth smiled to herself and looked at the ghost, “Mark’s getting worried. We better see him.”

The pair wandered through the garden and saw Mark eying the plants in the corner. He looked pleased seeing his friends again.

“I swear that one moved towards me. Bloody place I don’t like it,” he complained.

“Come on these plants wouldn’t hurt anyone. For a while that is,” the Ghost Writer said.

“Well let’s go to somewhere safer than hey!” Mark cried and walking off into the other rooms.

They walked down some dark and creepy paths and lead to a secret area where many dared not to come. Elisabeth and Mark saw a red glossy door half opened. The girl tried to see inside and saw a desk and many papers inside.

“I must return to my lair and writer more. Please explore the castle as their maybe some more fun with the undead later on. You will see,” smiled the Ghost Writer.

“They won’t eat me will they?” Mark asked worried.

“Oh shut up Mark. They won’t eat you. They are all friends of us now we know the Ghost Writer,” Elisabeth cried at him.

The two parted with their ghostly friend and wander throughout the castle on their own. The ghost wandered through his door and sat at his desk and dreamed to himself. He looked over to his book shelf and saw his booked glowed in the dark and looked at the titles.

“My children,” he whispered, watching them.

He grabbed a feather pen and started to write as the green candles gave him the weak light in his life. He paused and thought about his night of terror.

There were days when I dreamed of dreams. That only the most distant star could find. I searched the world for a love. But the coldness of society locked me away,” he spoke softly to himself.

He looked up at the candles and his thoughtful eyes glared out the small window he had.

In the days of my death, have I found someone to break me free? A beauty so young and so fair. Can I dream again?

Someone show me a sign. That this heart is saved, that a soul that cries of shame has been found in my darkness days,” he slowly sang to himself.

He reached out his hand and a book flew down to his hand and he opened it up to read. He paused again and looked at his page.

When she sings to me I push her away but when the more I push her, the more I want her to stay.”

Someone show me a sign. That this heart is saved, that a soul that cries of shame has been found in my darkness days,” he slowly sang to himself.

He lowered his head down and the wind blew the candles out and sent him into the darkness again.