It had been a dark, opaque night. The trees were darkened and the bushes were shadowed by the moon's dim light. Nothing seemed to stir except for one thing: An out of place van.
With its lights off, it slowly crept its way up the dirt road leading up to an iron gate enclosing a daunting castle in the distance. As it stopped in front of the gate, a sharp wailing of the brakes give way, alarming anything within a mile's radius. Then, two figures came into view form inside of the van, a young couple that looked around frantically for any outside movement. Slowly, the passenger side door opens with a muffled creak and outsteps a woman with a large wicker basket. She looked aorund cautiously as she placed the basket on the ground in front of the gateand hastily rang the doorbell on the intercom pole.
"Belafontelle Castle. Who can this be at such an hour?!" A male's voice buzzed.
"Delivery for the family sir. Take good care of it." The woman softly replied, and she glanced back down at the basket before hurriedly hopping back inside of the van andf peeling off into the night.
