the dungeon

It is only 5:30 but it is already dark out
And with the darkness comes the cold
Seeping under doors and through the stone walls
Luckily it is dinner time
I can follow the crowd and join the dinner line
Stand and listen to the chatter and enjoy the light
unluckily I have to use the loo
and the nearest one is in the dungeon
Once home to criminals and victims
It is now home to the girls washroom
Timidly I peer down the spiral stairs into the darkness
Slowly I tiptoe down the steps
expecting movment at every bend
Finally I reach the bottom
cautiously my hand feels the wall
searching for the switch
I find it!
Light floods the room

It illuminates the corners
my silly fears are dispelled

I push open the door of a stall

It creaks in protest

Then I shut myself in

try to ignore the weight of the door

the strength of the door

the fact that these doors

were meant to be locked forever

I scrub my hands

willing the hand dryer

(that sounds like a jet engine)

to dry my hands faster

and pelt for the stairs

bounding up them

headed for ground level

Done!

This was just a small insight into the girl's washroom in the Castle.

It really is in a dungeon

and it really is reather frightening to go into it alone at night

During induction they told us that two girls once died in it

But I don't mind

I don't believe in ghost