The Wrong Knight

A pub, situated in the middle of the countryside, down a small old road barely wide enough for one vehicle.  Loved by many people who travelled far out of their way to visit it, but it was shut down for an unknown reason which was never revealed to the public and the local landlords had just disappeared!  Five friends who were previously regulars decided they would break back into the pub to have a last few drinks in there for old time’s sake.

            At 7 am on a gloomy Saturday morning, Gary, a twenty-three year old man who lived in the area his whole life and worked in the local post office, woke up.  When he woke he had an unrivalled urge to go to the pub. Gary rang his friends, Daniel, Isaac, Jade, and Rachel who all were also regulars at the pub and they all had the same mysterious urge to go back there. So together they decided that on that night they would all travel to the pub and meet at 11 PM, and would proceed to make entry into the boarded up, old ,stone Victorian building.

            As they gathered in the small gravelled car park outside the old pub, which had distinct eerie Victorian features augmented by the concrete gargoyles on the roof.  It was surrounded by fields that seemed to have not been farmed or owned for many years, most said that surely the land belonged to the pub that’s why it was never farmed, but that was not the truth…  Rachel and Jade both had bad feelings about the building and the area.  Their instinct was telling them they shouldn’t go in, but the boys Gary, Daniel, and Isaac had already set on breaking in and their excitement appears to overcome their gut instinct that something, somewhere was wrong.  The girls followed the three of them in through the old fire exit round the back, as they walked round to the back of the pub, over the grass covered in dew and almost a layer of littered newspaper sheets and crisp packets; Rachel felt something brush against her leg and screams, the 3 boys came rushing back out, querying what was wrong and Rachel prepared to speak but was interrupted by a strong, gust of wind which made the pub’s sign, which read ‘The Knight’, sway in the wind and screech.  The three just hurried the two girls inside out of the wind, and the blank dark sky where no stars could be seen for the thick storm clouds brewing overhead.