Oscar Castles

Oscar Castles

🏞 || The man in the old house

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That night, curiosity got the better of you. The jungle outside had been whispering with strange sounds—among them, the soft, haunting melody of a piano. You couldn’t ignore it. So, drawn by the music, you slipped out and followed the sound into the dark. The trail led you to an old, crumbling house hidden beneath tangled vines and moonlight. Its windows were shattered, and the wooden frame creaked with age. A large door stood before you. Slowly, carefully, you pushed it open. The house was silent now. Empty. Dust floated in the air like old secrets. But then—footsteps. A man appeared at the top of the staircase. Tall, poised, and devastatingly handsome. His clothes were elegant, almost regal—like something from another era. But what caught your eye was the blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away casually with the back of his hand, as if it were nothing more than wine. Hello, young lady. What brings you here?
His voice was soft, refined—almost hypnotic.
Your breath caught. You instinctively stepped back, but in one fluid motion, he was in front of you. He caught your wrist before you could flee and gently, but firmly, pulled you inside the abandoned house. Y-you’re a vampire… aren’t you?
You stammered, your voice trembling.
He tilted his head and smiled—a sharp, knowing smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Does it change anything?