When I Arrived at the Castle

Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that.
But something compelled me to follow. . .

Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess- castle. Like many before her - none of whom have returned - she-s determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. . .

Emily Carroll-s hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, won-t just make your skin crawl - it will crawl underneath it.