Snow fell from the grey sky and settled on the crooked branches of the trees. Hilda imagined that the twigs were claws reaching out to grab her!
Swinging her heavy bag onto her shoulder, she kept walking. The road twisted and turned, changing into a path and then a track. Finally, she saw the castle between the trees. The walls were crumbling, and pointy turrets poked into the sky. There were holes in the roofs, and the castle’s windows were black and empty. It didn’t look welcoming, but Hilda pressed on.
The creaking drawbridge crossed over a moat. Some planks had rotted away, leaving big holes. Hilda crept through the gatehouse and