For some reason when Kyle went to open the castle doors to prepare the ground for the morning tour group, the found that the inside was already full of people. Each one looked vaguely familiar to him and all of them were lost in some kind of daze, gazing at a point just above him and moving their heads in unison as he walked through.
When he tried to wake one of them up - a youngish woman carrying a rather large urn - the only response he got was a quiet "Don't I know you... sir?" as though his existence was in question rather than the sudden appearance of the crowd. It was the same with every person he shook, prodded or yelled at. They all asked if they knew him in varying sentences and all in the same ponderous and delayed way.
They were even in his office, albeit only five and those he managed to shove out of the door to allow himself a bit of space to think on his current predicament. Tossing options around he reckoned he could call the police and declare them all as trespassers, go home and call in sick so the assistant manager would be the one to deal with everything and finally he could just join them until they got bored and revealed their hidden cameras or whatever their goal was.
A brief glance at his phone showed that he had no signal at all and narrowed his options down to two for all of five seconds before he decided that this was not what he wanted to deal with and began to walk out.He wold have succeeded only there were so many more people now and they were beginning to look... odder.
Every one of them was carrying some kind of container and there was an metallic tang to the air that reminded him of iron. They were all facing him and staring right at him, their heads all tilted to the same side. It was then that he noticed the blood running down from beneath the containers, turning the formerly grey carpet into a soaking wet burgundy that will likely never be grey again.
They wouldn't let him pass, questioning him at every move with the same "Don't I know you.., sir?" until he eventually snapped and began to scream no, no, no, no, NO he did not know any of them and he didn't want to know them he just wanted to go home so they can all stop this ridiculous prank and let him go pass.
And they did.
One by one every person there stepped aside and created a path for him that reached the front door, albeit in a circuitous route that took him through the entire castle like some sort of morbid parade of the damned. Kyle didn't look behind him until he was at the front door, regretting it instantly as he saw the human features on their faces melt into pulsating masses of flesh that gradually started to seep into one much larger creature that would undoubtedly take over the entire castle.
It was at that point that he chose to close the doors and call the closest priest.
When he tried to wake one of them up - a youngish woman carrying a rather large urn - the only response he got was a quiet "Don't I know you... sir?" as though his existence was in question rather than the sudden appearance of the crowd. It was the same with every person he shook, prodded or yelled at. They all asked if they knew him in varying sentences and all in the same ponderous and delayed way.
They were even in his office, albeit only five and those he managed to shove out of the door to allow himself a bit of space to think on his current predicament. Tossing options around he reckoned he could call the police and declare them all as trespassers, go home and call in sick so the assistant manager would be the one to deal with everything and finally he could just join them until they got bored and revealed their hidden cameras or whatever their goal was.
A brief glance at his phone showed that he had no signal at all and narrowed his options down to two for all of five seconds before he decided that this was not what he wanted to deal with and began to walk out.He wold have succeeded only there were so many more people now and they were beginning to look... odder.
Every one of them was carrying some kind of container and there was an metallic tang to the air that reminded him of iron. They were all facing him and staring right at him, their heads all tilted to the same side. It was then that he noticed the blood running down from beneath the containers, turning the formerly grey carpet into a soaking wet burgundy that will likely never be grey again.
They wouldn't let him pass, questioning him at every move with the same "Don't I know you.., sir?" until he eventually snapped and began to scream no, no, no, no, NO he did not know any of them and he didn't want to know them he just wanted to go home so they can all stop this ridiculous prank and let him go pass.
And they did.
One by one every person there stepped aside and created a path for him that reached the front door, albeit in a circuitous route that took him through the entire castle like some sort of morbid parade of the damned. Kyle didn't look behind him until he was at the front door, regretting it instantly as he saw the human features on their faces melt into pulsating masses of flesh that gradually started to seep into one much larger creature that would undoubtedly take over the entire castle.
It was at that point that he chose to close the doors and call the closest priest.
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