An hulking profile, easily 3 stories and crenellated along the edges, lurked ahead in the miasma of mist and dread — but did it offer refuge or only more misery?

   Even in the night, heat haze wavered up from the hot road which led to the spooky castle. Its oddly modern windows shone with a light from within, leaving one to wonder: Would safety be found here, or CERTAIN DEATH?

at night on the moor, glencoe castle stood forbidding, half-lit against the moonlit waste, and the road leading up to the front gate was smelly with some still-lingering air, remnant perhaps of a dastardly crime.

The moon and stars shine over the sandcastle yard, as the rocks and dead trees look out at the green miasma seeping up from the ground.

Under a full moon, the green miasma clung close to the ground of the castle.. who might be hiding up those stairs with the white railings?

From the top of the six stairs to his castle, the Count admired the one full moon in the sky, which was setting behind the silhouettes of the five trees in the forest, while the night air brought in one million particles of green mist on the ground.