Behind these Walls

So... I wrote another story; this one is a book. It started as an English activity at school, but I wanted to expand on it, so, um, enjoy! (By the way, I posted a short story Ghostwriter too, I'll probably be updating that in a while.)
Also, is this wiki active? I haven't seen anyone changing things in the recent wiki activity, so I was wondering if anyone's still using this.
== Prologue ==
=== Three months ago... ===
Stopping at the edge of the woods, I placed a hand on the cark of the tall pine tree, the needle stinging my palm. Set against the blood red of the sunset, swooping turrets and twisting towers jutted out of the castle, which was at a magnificent height itself. It probably would have seemed majestic if not the toll it had taken from the long, withering years it had obviously stood. 
A cold wind shook the trees, and I shivered. I was a sure sign that I shouldn't go in, but I was out of options. Glancing behind my back, I remind myself of what I had crashing through the forest after me. I swallowed back a gulp, steeling myself. Slowly, reluctantly, I stepped forward.
I stopped just before the enormous, old-fashioned double doors. The castle looked sturdy enough, but weathered as it looked, there was a chance that people were still living in there, as unlikely as it may be. If not people, more monsters...
A shriek tore through the evening wind, the desperate wail of a cornered beast. My heart jump-started; out of fear rather than rationality, I pushed open the dust-encrusted wood. The doors creaked open eerily, way too slowly, and I charged into the castle, slamming close my only escape without a second thought.
Stupid, I chastised myself when my racing heart calmed. Father would be disappointed if you can't even remember the phrase.
Self-preservation before honor. My father's favorite words.
I stood up and took in my surroundings. There was no surface in the room that didn't have even a thin layer of dust on it. The curtains were pulled close, letting no amount of light pass through. To my surprise, and apprehension, a small lamp was flickering dimly, half-heartedly illuminating the space. I grabbed it, causing a veil of dust to billow up. I sneezed.
The moment my hand touched the lamp, the light softened slightly. I held it up, then caught sight of something... disturbing.
A coffin lay against the far wall. I went to it, ignoring the small, probably most sensible, part of me that was screaming self-preservation. I studied the intricate carvings on the mahogany-colored wood. Frowning, I reached out and touched the coffin—a mistake. The fire inside the lamp vanished in a trail of smoke, as if an invisible hand had snuffed it out.
Maybe it had.
The floorboards creaked, making me whirl around. What little warmth I had coaxed my body to imagine was gone. Nothing but endless black, threatening to suffocate me.
"Hello?" I called. Of course, no one responded.
A chill crept up my spine, and this time it wasn't because of the cold. I realized what was happening a second too late.
All I could do was scream before I tumbled into darkness.
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