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... And there was a raging thunderstorm. On a hill a small castle, dilapidated, but breathing a heavy scent.
A surrounding cemetery sweat out a strong fragrance of death. The stranger hesitate for a moment, but then knocks on the big castle doors.
Lightning rides the sky when the door opens with a ghastly sound. The stranger takes a look at the decayed castle walls,
suddenly a ghostly appearance become visible. It shows him a guestbook. After signing in the door's closing and the stranger continues his investigation.
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Sign My Guestbook