Castle(2)

“What are you waiting for? Come now.” Big John urged her when he found her stop.
The barks behind her came near and the loud curses from the hunters sounded clearer atthat moment. They would get lost in the forests, if gods be good. At least I would not be likely to get lost in that small castle. Courage, now. She ran into the castle, just behind Big John.
When Jenny stepped into the castle, a strong foul smell attacked her nostrils like swallowing a thousand bats. That nearly made her vomit.

“Bloodyhell, the owner of this house must be a corpse himself.” Big John spat.
“Better than being the corpse outside.” She took out the matches and lit one. The castle inside was much uglier than the outside, torn curtains hanging near the windows, webs creeping inside the cracks deep on the walls, rats running invisibly in the darkness. Then John screamed, “Who’s there?” She turned to his direction. Someone seemed to be squirming under the dirty sheets. He was making a sound horribly high and thin like someone choking his throat. “Show yourself before I cut you.” She heard the fear in John’s voice. “I count three. I will kill you.” John never killed a man in his life. True killer makes no soundwhen he takes out his knife, Captain Grave told her once. But Captain Gravehimself was killed in the countryside and only John and I survived. Now is notthe good time to look back though.