The tavern in the moor

So you would like to know more about the inn? I already thought so, so be careful!

The inn once belonged to a certain Horst von Aidlinger, who ran it with his then very young daughter Adelinde. Business never went well, the moor was too scary, too dangerous for people and the way there was very difficult.
In this forest it is almost always dark and damp, the undergrowth crunches suspiciously and rising gases ignite. Every now and then a few rays of sunshine penetrate the countless leaves of the old trees, but these only make the environment even more eerie. In the night a couple of crickets chirp their creepy songs and in the distance wolves howl. Will-o'-the-wisps flicker suddenly and unexpectedly, crackle and disappear again into the darkness. No human soul would voluntarily set foot on the moor, especially not at night.
Horst was apparently an exception ...Nobody could imagine what had led the noble and respected man to build an inn in the middle of the moor. With his own hands and in agony he built it on the said spot over two hundred years ago. Since he wasn't a builder, things went wrong with the work, but Horst simply didn't want to be helped or given up. It has to be mentioned that no one really wanted to help poor Horst somewhere in the dangerous moor, so far removed from the outside world. He forgot about a decent foundation and so the tavern sank by a few millimeters to centimeters year after year, sometimes crooked, sometimes straight. Soon more insects and crawfish were dining in the pub garden than guests, and the mold also took over the house.
The only guests who got lost now and then to Horst and Adelinde were the hunters and the hunted.
Back then, when the inn was still officially open, there was silence in most of the rooms and only the creaking of the rotten roof could be heard.The owner and his daughter were lonely and frustrated. Of course, it wasn't easy for the girl to grow up in the bog either. But something held the two of them there, pulled them under its spell ... but what exactly nobody knew.
So the years passed and Horst and Adelinde got older and older, until Horst died at the remarkable age of 108 and his daughter inherited everything. But she had other plans, she wanted to go back to the village and make up for the many wasted years. She was already of a more mature age, but it is never too late to start living properly!
That didn't suit the old, dead Horst again and so his spirit tormented the poor woman. She got nightmares, anxiety, and sweats. She forgot things and saw strange things. Adelinde was helplessly exposed to her father's anger until she finally ran into the moor in hysterical panic and never returned.
The building rotten and became a true haunted house.Horst's soul, his sweat and blood, all of his life energy were in every single board in the inn and he just couldn't leave it. So he stayed.
You wonder why
You won't believe it, but his business flourished! The moor devours not only sloppily built inns, but also careless people who dare to come into this forest.
To name a few examples, the forest fairy sect. A group of twenty madmen who believed themselves to be fairies and elves and roamed the moor with an adventurous spirit. But apparently they didn't know that one shouldn't follow the will-o'-the-wisps and so they are all lost or drowned. No, dear ones, these lights are not little lucky elves with bells on their skirts, they are just gases that ignite! However, the unfortunate forest fairy souls wandered on while their bodies were preserved and eventually reappeared on the surface of the moor.So did the two researchers Anders and Willa, on the day of the solar eclipse these two also disappeared without a trace in the moor.
Many, many other people and animals have died miserably in this area - you can no longer call it dying!
Word quickly got around in the spirit world that there was an inn where a spirit lived. The people of the village had long since forgotten the old madman's inn, but the undead were just getting to know it again. They floated in, appeared suddenly, and asked for alcohol or decent food. As a disembodied soul you have to do without so many things, but in this tavern a spirit could enjoy its "life" again.
It was just a dirty, old, and really creepy piece of earth to ordinary mortals, but it soon became a new home for the new regulars.
Soon there was not only food and drink, but also celebrations. Rooms were for rent and some prostitutes went in and out - already dead prostitutes, of course!Old Horst has made a lot of money and many friends since then. But a dead person doesn’t start much with money, so friends are much more important to him. As alone as he was often in life, in death and in his inn he is at home and socializes in a truly strange society.
Perhaps I should mention one more thing: When I was telling you about the ghosts, you were probably thinking of a slightly translucent person who you can reach through and look like on their best days. Or just to small, fluffy soul clouds that happily dance through the air. You're not so wrong with the first introduction, with the latter I have to disappoint you. But be warned, it's not as harmless in this inn as you might think!
The ghosts mostly have disfigured faces or wrinkled, gray skin. Sometimes their bodies are already half decayed or there are flaky scraps of skin hanging down on them.Their clothes are no longer in the best shape and they place little value on personal hygiene.
They hate people and children even more!
I know someone who once dared to visit this inn. Well, he never came out of this house as a person. He's one of them now too, a disembodied soul. Although, maybe not so completely disembodied, it hangs in front of the front door as a warning! By the way, not just the one, there is of course a heap of other body parts or animal remains to be examined right next to the entrance. (I don't need to mention what smells are formed there, do I?) But they don't all come from the spirits themselves, no, the big, skinny wolf brought some of them with him, practically as payment for the services that Horst does him.
You are happy to have escaped the hell snakes, then you will meet people here who did not have this luck. Not a pretty sight, I can only tell you!Real poor guys hanging around there!
And I advise you, don't trust anyone! Sometimes they try to win you as a friend and gain your trust, but as soon as you go to sleep, it is already done with you. Adiós! If you're lucky, they'll show you straight away that you're unwelcome and you might even have the chance to escape. If you do that, do not run into the forest and further into the moor, then you are all the more lost! Run back to the bridge! I hope, of course, that you can make it back safely, but your chances are - to be honest - bad.
Did I mention they hate kids? Yes. They could also like you, of course, but that's the least likely of the possibilities. But should you be sympathetic to them for any reason and they want to keep you, they will turn you into a ghost - no question about it!
That means, once you have entered the pub, there are three ways to get out again: dead, half-dead or dead.Are you really sure that you still want to go to this haunted place? Well, I can't stop you anymore.
Well then, have fun, little girl!
Or should I better wish you good luck ...?

You wonder how I know all this from ...?
Child, that's my secret ...

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I wrote this story for the German class and I apologize that it has nothing to do with anime or manga ^^

Of course I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

PS .: There is also a picture to marvel at ^^ in my fanart! So if you feel like it, nothing like going * scurrying *

Bussieh baba thanks for reading;)

Wiggieh