If there had been time, Casey would have gone anywhere else…but when one is being chased by unknown creatures of dark origin which most likely include pointy teeth good at tearing flesh…one can’t be choosey. The Fitzwilliams had always been known as eccentrics at best. Most of the people of Lincoln were afraid of Babels Castle, with its shrubbery shaped liked tortured souls, architecture straight out of a Boris Karloff movie, and residents known for terrorizing the local children and appearing in public wearing black capes and carrying sharp weapons.

As she ran down the winding red brick path towards the front door, a dark patch in the sky seemed to coalesce above her. Ironically the looming castle seemed to be the only bright spot ahead…despite the fact that it looked as though it was beginning to fold in upon itself the nearer she came.

Casey never would have guessed what awaited her beyond the massive oak doors. She only hoped it was better that what was currently behind her.