They trudged through the gravel leading up to the gates, their broken down car abandoned half a mile away.
He used the torch on his smartphone to read the sign.
“This is it,” he muttered.
“There’s a light,” she said, “Ring the bell.”
From the direction of the building came the whinnying of horses, the howling of wolves. Heavy clouds curtained the full moon. Bats swept low.
“Got the garlic?” he whispered.
“Yep. More than enough.”
The gates creaked open revealing a figure all in white.
“Welcome to the Chateau cookery school,” said the host.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge. Visit it here.