Nightmare at Corfe Castle

"FUCKING HELL!" Joe shouted in response to a sound that could have only be made my Paul.
    Pearce could just make out a lumberjack axe lodged between Paul's shoulder blades. Paul had screamed so impossibly loud, that it had damaged Greg's ear drum. The situation was dire. Joe knew that in order to have any hope whatsoever of making out of this forbidden place, he had to start as soon as possible. He started pulling off, Paul trying his best to keep up and jump in to the car as Joe started driving away. Pearce was losing blood. Greg was delirious and worst of all, it was his music choice.
    Yet, this was a minor setback considering what the rest of the night would bring.


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It all started when they had abandoned the idea of going for drinks in town and instead, opted to go on a roadtrip. Although it seemed like a blatent setup for disaster, they were men, they didn't understand such words. The night had gone well. Junk food, music, Bournemouth and plenty of sex. The time was dawning upon 1:00am as they arrived in the secluded car park area of Corfe Castle. The 4 of them stepped out of the car and looked upon the sky and with a brief moment of mutual homosexuality, reveled in the awesomeness of the sheer amount of stars. The ascension of the hill started soon after they left the car. Initially Pearce thought he had seen figures atop the hill, little known to him though, Greg had thought he saw the same. Joe and Paul were too infatuated within each others presence in order to recognise such minor details. The steep incline meant a struggle to get to the top for the less fit types such as Pearce and Greg. Nonetheless, it wasn't long before they all made it to the top of the giant tit, that was Corfe Castle.
    Few times, they had to "dig in" in order to evade passing cars and raise suspicion. This Blair Witch project sequel was to be kept quiet. They ambled around the side of the Castle, gazing upon it's ruins which were once home to the battle of Hastings. The eerie silence of both the Castle and the underlying village pissed them off, as it added to the tension of the trespassing that they were already committing. Pearce kept his nerves with Vodka, Joe and Paul found comfort within each other (sometimes literally) and Greg, generally wasn't steady at all. About a quarter of the way around the castle, the mindless chit chat stopped as Pearce pointed out a figure on top of the castle. It wasn't recognisable at first, but the others soon saw it too. It took the shape of a hooded figure, carrying an axe. They figured it was a statue, even when it moved across a building, Paul still confirmed it was a statue. The others hadn't any reason not to believe him.
   They ignored the boring scenery of the village and soon came across two separate paths. A high path and a low path. Joe, Paul and Greg took the low path, where as Pearce, by far the most adventurous of them all, took the high path. This boded well for the first 30 meters until shapes started forming in front of them. 
"SSSSSSSSHIT!" Joe exclaimed
"HOLY CRUNDLE" Pearce shouted
They had seen them first. Small shapes just in front of them, barely visible in the darkness of the night. Greg and Paul had immediately panicked and turned in to a moment of madness and insanity. Although it was soon all relieved when the shapes turned out to be goats on the hill. It brought an overwhelming sense of relief to them as they spotted the hoofed creatures roaming the hill.
"What if they try and butt us off the hill" worried Greg.
"Oh yeah, like that's going to happen. They'd have to run down the hill at full speed and potentially break all of their legs on this sharp incline if they miss." Retorted Pearce. Yet it was at this moment, a goat did exactly that and ran at full pace towards Pearce. The sharp horns penetrated his upper thigh and sent him hurtling several meters down the steep hill. The goat found a more grizzly fate, as it tumbled unsteadily down the remainder of the hill and broke all of it's legs and neck, then splashed in to the river below.
    Greg started panicking an speaking words of extreme pessimism, as well as mentioning something about 'suicide goats'. Which was true, they were martyrs for their cause. Paul slapped Greg and told him to get himself together. Joe had already started running away to a nearby gate in order to escape the frenzy. Greg soon recovered and slid down the hill to aid his valiant friend. Paul distracted the goats in the meantime. He did an excellent job at evading at the last moment in order to send at least 13 goats to their impending death, as Greg dragged Pearce away from the danger. All was looking well as they made it too the gate. Pearce slumped over and fell off the other side, further damaging his legs. Greg fell off the other side out of sheer clumsiness. Paul seemed to enjoy the goat dodging game and was still on the hill doing rolls, jumps and even leapfrog in order to send the goats to their deaths. Joe and Greg's shouts of anger and plea soon got Paul's attention and he hastened towards the gate. Paul started ascending one side of the gate, but a goat smashed in to the back of his heel and broke most of his foot. Paul let out a ridiculously load noise in response. It almost seemed exaggerated, it was that bad. 


    Things started to look better as they found the road trail that would lead them towards the car. Greg and Joe were the only ones agile enough to walk properly and continued down the road at some pace. It was about this time that pictures of fear tormented Pearce's mind. Roads and cars. He had, had bad experiences in the past, now was not the time for another to happen. The damage done to him did not help his moral and he struggled down the long road back to the car. Paul seemed more or less unfazed by his damaged foot and walked almost normally. In the end, they made it back to the car with significant damage done to them. Pearce was placed in first and then Greg to comfort him. Paul thought he saw something in the bushes and investigated. Joe had started to rev up the engine, when Paul came running back to reach the safe haven of the car. The figure atop the hill was chasing him. He initially tried to jump in to the open door, but had underestimated the jump to the car by what seemed an idiotic amount and thus, fell to the gravel. The axe figure was only a meter or so behind him as he reached the door. He opened it as quick as he could, but the figure struck a blow between his shoulder blades.


The rest was explained in the opening bit. I don't know a good plot device in order to bring it back chronologically, so fuck you, I'm skipping to the next part after the intro.


Paul just managed to jump in, still with the axe stuck in his back. He slumped awkwardly in to the car. He was still alive though. Joe drove as fast as he could towards the nearby village. 


It was completely uninhabited. Not a sign of life about. They hopelessly drove around in search for a landline phone, since the wank countryside didn't have any signal. As they began to lose all hope, a single light flickered in the tourist information center. A single bulb. Joe parked up, leaving the three inside the car with Greg to tend to them. Paul at this point was mumbling incoherent, blurred speech. Pearce was bleeding out badly. Greg couldn't hear them very well due to Paul's screaming earlier. It was a truly gruesome scene.
    Joe entered the center. The door at the entrance was ajar and he slipped through. 
"Hello?" he called. No response.
He turned the first corner and there she was. An old lady starting down at her desk with a single light bulb above her. Joe slowly advanced to the desk, fear in his eyes he approached her and asked,
"Do you have a landline phone? We need to make an emergency call, my friends are badly injured."
She didn't respond.
"Please, we are just 4 guys from Blandford, that went out for the night and need to get back"
She slowly looked up and rotated her head whilst saying in a calm, eery voice
"But you never left Blandford."
Joe had watched his fair share of horror movies and knew that this lady meant bad news. He immediately punched her in the face and ran for the door. It shut on him. The lady gathered herself and climbed over the desk. Upon first glances she looked like a normal, stereotypical old woman. On further inspection she seemed to wear a frock, had worn teeth and for an unknown reason, a Nazi band on her arm. She started towards Joe. Joe rapidly searched for any blunt weapon, he searched his pockets and found his Sony Xperia phone. This large piece of technology would make a useful defending weapon. She started jogging at him, only 2 meters in front of him. He carefully steadied his grip and aim and smashed the blunt object right on to her nose. She wailed in anger and tried another strike at him, but Joe was too nimble and kicked her so hard in the shin, that she fell in on herself and broke 75 bones.


For his first kill, he seemed relatively calm about it. He managed to smash through the door in the end and make it back to the car. The trio inside were singing to Celine Dion in order to keep up spirits. A new plan was devised and Joe set off driving his way back to Blandford in the hopes of reaching the hospital in time. Paul still hadn't removed the axe and Pearce's vision was going black and white. Paul and Greg switched places in order to for Joe to have a co-driver to speak to. Pearce and Paul were nearly unconscious in the back now.


They made their way around small country lanes, trying to find a hint of any signs to signal their way out of this hellhole. If one thing was sure, Corfe Castle was going to get a fucking negative review on it's website for this.


The country roads were bitches to navigate. The situation got desperate. Greg started to go insane again and Joe, normally the most kept together person started to get angry. The hysteria passed on to Joe and the next few minutes were a blur. They ended up driving down a narrow country lane and around a corner. Past this corner was a small thin road. The the side of this road ran a massive oil refinery. It looked daunting in the night and there was no way to turn around. They kept going down the road until they reached the security gate. They desperately tried the emergency buzzer for help, but it was no use. The main reason for it being no use, was due to the fact that there was a bloody corpse pinned up against a window brandishing a note that only read 'Turn back. Now.' This pissed Joe off, due to the fact he'd drove all the way down this road only to be turned back. Greg moaned at the regression of the journey and went in to a further frenzy. Breaking the passenger window.

     The shit had hit the fan. Two nearly dead people in the back, two insane passengers in the front and worst of all, a broken car window. Joe did his best to back up and get the fuck out of this oily nightmare. Greg was trying to climb out of the window, whereas Pearce and Paul were alarmingly close to death. Joe turned the corner out of the oil complex and sped off down the country lane. He had been driving but 4 minutes, lest he came upon the oil refinery again. "Impossible" Joe thought, he must have just took a wrong turn and came back to the refinery. He headed back to the roundabout that took him to the oil refinery, but was again taken to the oil refinery. Insanity caught the better of him and he took to the ground on foot, dumping the car. Greg, in the meantime was attempting to resuscitate Pearce and Paul and attempting a blood transfusion in the back. Joe was the only person to be not be physically damaged, but was fucked in the head, so he might as well have been.


    Morning began to break upon the gruesome scene. Paul had gone into violent spasms and shat everywhere. Pearce was on his final heartbeats. Greg was also in the same condition, as he had attempted an amateur blood transfusion, which had basically consisted of him slashing his wrists and desperately trying to divert that blood in to Pearce. Which to some extent, worked. 


Nobody knew what happened in the end. Joe was never seen again and the trio in the car were presumed dead. The car was never found and nor were any blood traces found. Or dead goats.


I thought I saw Paul in town though the other day actually.