Chapter 5

The smell of meat and other foods filled the dinning room.  Stan starred at the foods set out. There was steaks, bread, so kind of corn and peas mixed, and some he didn't recognize.

"Do you like the food?" Glam said with a smile.  Thirteen faces smiled at him and nodded they didn't speak for their mouth was full of meat.  

"I am glad because I did cook it myself."  Glam said as he raised a piece of what looked like chicken to his lips.  

"So you do like it right?" Sleed questioned

Stan nodded and laughed.

"Glad because that there is the dolphin we killed this mourning."  Sleed said laughing as Stan spit it all over the table in front of him.  He then quickly tried to get the rest out.  Everyone burst out laughing.

"Its deer Stan I thought you could tell that." Glam said to him.

Stan continued to eat his food glaring at Sleed whenever he got the chance.  Sleed continued to laugh and joke until he something cut him off.  There was a loud bang at the front gate.  All was silent in the room.  Then another bang at the gate.

"Stan get you're sword, now."  Splitter said motioning to him.

Stan bolted from his seat and up the stairs to his dark room.  He panicked when he couldn't find it.  After searching awhile he found it tucked under his bed.  Picking it up and strapping it to him.  He reached the large wooden front gate as all the others did.

"Does everyone have their sword?"  Splitter said.

 There was a yes from each person.

"Okay, who comes to the gate of the great castle?"  Splitter yelled at the gate.

There was no answer to the question.  Splitter shot a worried look at the group.  

"Hide now."  Splitter ordered. 

There was footfalls then silence.  Stan hid behind the pillar closest to the gate.  There was a long pause.  And with a creak splitter opened the door.  As he did everyone jumped from their hiding spots.  Stan froze as he starred at the creature in the doorway.

In the door hovered a ghost like figure.  It had its hand out stretched towards Stan.  The ghost was a least seven feet tall its clothes made of moldy rags.  Its face covered by a hood.  Its dead hand moving closer to Stan as the other remained frozen with fear.