Thank you to Sonya O for the photo prompt. This is part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by Priceless Joy,
From the village, you could see the tower. I cried the a beacon to the wanderlust college kids. Eli and Henry were cruising German with backpacks and an Europass. They found their castle outside Lörrach.
They grab snack food and a couple pops for the road. The way want known yet. It was finding a path to the top. And looking from the sign along a fence this was there first clue. .
“Kein Zutritt! Betreten verboten.” blazed the red and white sign. No Trespassing signs all look the same. Especially to college kids.
The gate was an old wooden one. It’s creaking sounds could wake the dead. It seemed to keep the forest from coming out into the road. Once on the other side, a path long overgrown wide enough for a carriage hide in the weeds.
“Eli, it’s going to be so cool! No flashlights tonite. What if it’s just walls? So cool, so cool.”
“Henry, we got a way to go. It’s on a ridge. The views will be killer.”
The last switch back was enough to take there last breath. In front of them three walls made a ghost of a castle. The words on the sign, Sie wurden gewarnt! (you were warned)