Will Charlotte escape?

Key

      Narrator
      Charlotte's narrative

At the very top of the darkest, deserted tower, there was silence in the lonely lumber room. All except for a sad sobbing sound in a dusty corner. Unhappily, Charlotte shuffled slowly towards the untouched bowl of thick hot soup and peered over the edge. It looked most unappetising. Big crystal tears fell from her twinkling sapphire eyes and slithered down her face as she stirred the soup. 


Clink! A shiver went down scared Charlotte's spine. Her tears rolled into the unpleasant soup and something shined in it. Charlotte gasped and stared at the soup. Something was in it for sure. Stunned, Charlotte picked up her spoon and fished the object out of her thick and now lukewarm soup.


I was astonished to see that the strange, mysterious object was a key. At first I hesitated, not knowing what to do with it, but then I realised Hildi must have put it there. That's what must have caused all the commotion downstairs. Hildi must have been fired. As I slowly turned the rusty key in the lock, I thought of where she could of gone. Maybe the deserted mountain hut ... no, no, no, she must have gone to The Jolly Huntsman. I silently crept to my room, packed a few things and of I went to The Jolly Huntsman.

Count Karlstein's Lumber Room

Count Karlstein's gloomy castle stands bold, but alone as the villagers flee in fright from it. Inside are so many cluttered rooms but the worst is the cold, dusty lumber room. All the items are covered in a thick layer of unpleasant dust: they haven't been touched for years.

The taste of dust haunts the room. Pleasant tastes? Oh no! There is nothing edible, only a piece of stale bread and a mouldy half-eaten biscuit. Nobody would like to eat that! A horrendous human head lies on its side on top of a filthy brown bedside table.

Of course if you looked carefully you would see that it wasn't a real human head, it was in fact wooden.

Or was it? 

Count Karlstein will get you!!!!!!!!!!!