Chapter 6: Castle of Secrets & Spoons
Chapter 6: Castle of Secrets & Spoons It started with a dare. “Well,” Michelle said as she flicked her phone screen, “if we’re still chasing adventure… there’s an old stone castle just outside Loughlár that’s supposed to have secret tunnels, underground chambers, and even a hidden treasure.” Salty raised an eyebrow. “Treasure, huh? What kind? Emotional closure or actual gold?” Sarah leaned in, her bust practically spilling from the scoop neck top she barely squeezed into after last night’s seaside steam fest. “Only one way to find out. Grab your torch, Indiana.” The drive to Loughlár Castle took them inland, winding through roads flanked by gnarled trees and lazy sheep. The castle loomed in the distance like something from a gothic romance: ivy-choked towers, broken battlements, and legends clinging to every stone. When they arrived, there was no tourist crowd — just silence, mist, and the promise of secrets. “I don’t like how quiet it is,” Michelle murmur...