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 she could never be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags... Emily Carroll's hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, doesn't just make your skin crawl - it crawls underneath it.