the room had two doors, one they opened and gave way out to stairs, since the other led to a stone bridge that went to a tower on the opposite corner.
The entire group containing fear, gathered and, then, followed by the bridge.
Out there right now, they saw clearly where they were.
Below them was a large house with two towers, almost a small castle, one of those towers had the room they woke up.
It would be beautiful if it weren’t for the mysterious conditions of that almost impossible visit.
Inside their headsl, even with adrenaline, there was still a strong drowsiness, and Lisa thought it was the effect of a chemical.
They spent a whole afternoon near waterfalls, left the food in the camp and it was possible that someone had put some sort of substance in it.
But with what intention? All to bring them to this hidden castle?
Faced with this theory, Linda looked at the sky and her eyes watered in horror as she realized something beyond that.
When they were in the waterfall waters, the sky was clear as a summer day, and was now gray, almost rainy.
Do they fell asleep for more than a day or the weather changed abruptly in hours?
Vanessa kept the group going with a bit of motivation, after all, if people there in the mansion wanted to do any harm, they would have done in their sleep.
The group went to the second tower and found the door open, leading to a second bedroom with one single bed and a few marks on the floor.
Clearly, those responsible for all this took two beds from that room and led to the other, so that the group could sleep side by side.
Even with the sharp drag marks of the beds, everything was beautiful too, with artwork on the walls and another large window showing the beaut y of the forest and the sky outside.
As everyone was on top of the big house, they decided to go down, for there was no way to escape from there.
This room also had stairs, so the group descended to find a junction between the two towers, made just for the two stairs and a smaller third way that led to another room below.
Gently, they descended without making any noise, avoiding to call the people there.
Instinct made them not want to find anyone who inhabited the mansion.
Once down another ladder, they found an ample floor, open, cold, with some doors and a southern entrance to what was a beautiful, dignified staircase of a castle or museum, including red carpet on the stairs.
As the likely decision was to go down the stairs, the whole group went down the wide space.
The stairs would fit even more people, but in the middle it had a curious element of decoration, quite macabre...
Halfway up the stairs there was a standing doll dressed in a dark suit, snug and both arms pinned back, under the blouse in a uncomfortable way if it were a person.
The head was almost oval, made of a polished stone, with two cavities for the eyes, which were missing, and no mouth as well.
While admiring the grotesque figure, a noise echoed downstairs, loud enough for them to go down the rest of the steps to the great hall, where there were large doors to the exit, larger than the ones of a church.
When pushed and pulled those wooden colossi, they saw that they were locked and, unfortunately, the only solution was to get help from those who made those noises in a distant room, loke one who pushes furniture arranging and rearranging.
It was time to find someone for the truth and know their intentions, then Kazuo and Vanessa took the lead, as they were the most physically strong, in any case of physical contact.
They opened the door which led to the sound and found another room on the road, with a huge, rectangular table with enough chairs for twenty-one people.
There the sound was more intense and came from the north entrance, which was open, signaling that someone had been there recently.
This entry was like a room full of sculptures, proving that the owner had a very great attachment to art, with enough beautiful painting landscapes scattered on here and there all over the house.
These sculptures were not like the puppet of the stairs because they were difficult to understand or interpret, but the forms were impressive, varied and fun for to see, like any art.
Linda realized that, in all sculptures, in identification cards, there was the same signature.
Everything was made by a single artist, who signed the name with an illegible signature, hard to find a single letter in such gibberish.
Leaving this curious detail, they climbed the stairs in this room to go to the source of the noises, which had already been reduced in intensity and frequency.
They climbed the small stairs from there to the second floor above the exposition room, but there was only shadow with only a light signal beyond a point north side of the entrance.
It was a dim light of a bluish purple tone illuminating the silhouette of a man.
As soon as the group approached, he turned to them and turned on the light of the place with a button on the table, before him, where the purple lights were coming from.
He was a man around sixty or seventy, completely bald on the top, but full of hair around the head,
dressed in white, like a doctor or scientist, even with gloves.
Immediately, everyone asked him to take them to the exit, all fearful and impatient.
The old man, however, only asked them to sit on chairs placed in the corners of the room, so that "they saw a presentation before leaving."
Everyone went desperately urging him to open way to the exit, until the requests became more nervous and almost violent.
Suddenly, that "scientist" pulled a gun from the waist, pointed to the group and ordered instead of asking:
"Everyone sitting in the chairs, now ... For the presentation is about to begin ...".
The Artisan.
The crying took the majorty of the group, which sat in the right row of chairs, still under gunpoint.
Making use of an old mobile phone, the mysterious doctor placed an order for others to enter "because it was going to start."
He had a team and soon they would be there with him to complete the horror.
Until they arrived, it was the time for him to come forward and explain part of the plan involving the captives.
Still with gun in hand, he took a object from the table, responsible for emitting the purple light.
It was a small statue without resemblance to any known figure and made of something that looked like glass with a light purple in the center.
Then the old man began describing his story:
"For years and years I was like you ... A normal person with normal life, ordinary income, ordinary thoughts ... until I inherited this beauty ... This jewel-shaped sculpture.
For those who looks, it's nothing more than a sculpture with a light, right? But I discovered the true use of this piece...
Did you see the beauty of this castle? The art, the luxury, the value of it all ... I got after finding how to use this gem ...
My artisan made all kinds of art and gave me, so that I could sell my art as the old masters of painting and sculpture!
Today is the day to ask for more help of my craftsman ... But now I want more ... So I want you here, so you see how the world of this artisan ... For even I don’t know it completely .... ".
What they could understand was only the part of the old man being rich by selling the art that a "craftsman" made... But they did not understand what would witness and could not predict what would happen in seconds.
Interrupting, four cloak dressed individuals entered carrying the doll that was on the staircase, the one with the oval head.
The group, hostage at gun point, stood still while one of the bandits took the old man weapon and let him continue with his sinister plan.
With the extended dummy on the floor, with its arms wrapped back, the old man approached him and touched the tip of the stone on what would be his forehead.
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p; There was a chant of unknown words, too low to be heard.
It was something of a cult and they were saying prayers around the puppet, activating the hidden proprieties of the stone.
Suddenly the scene changed, the lamps, even turned off, exploded, and brightness of jewel was the only thing to light the room and transfer this light to the doll.
There was the sound of crackling like breaking bones, so the doll began to move on the ground, shaking, convulsing, writhing.
Lisa and Linda did not contain the crying and everyone in the dimly lit room began planning something to do.
Vanessa was quick, advanced on one of the cultists and took the gun pointing at them all, ordering them to go to the other corner of the room.
The rite stopped immediately, with Vanessa ready to fire at any time, ordering them to move, firmly.
With gun, she took them to go down to the floor below, where there was light, and slowly they all obeyed, leaving the doll and the luminous stone back on the floor.
When Vanessa came downstairs, the group followed her so she ordered the old man to open the front door.
Unlike the hooded individuals, the old man seemed happy, ready to laugh, with wide eyes and a contained exploding laughter.
Vanessa ordered him again to unlock the door, but he just kept laughing, increasing the pitch.
Nobody got it right, but the old man was buyimg some time.
Suddenly, there were step sounds upstairs, snapping like a rigid material to the floor.
Something was coming out of the shadows, approaching the stairs.
Vanessa and her group moved away, still with the bandits in sight, but now the concern was what was coming.
Slowly the purple light illuminated the stairs and