Use the verbs in the Past Indefinite Tense The castle (to stand) high on the rocky hill above the village. It (to cast) a cold shadow over the houses and fields. None of the villagers ever (to go) near the castle. At night they (to stay) close to their fires and (to keep) their doors locked. The castle (to be) nearly in ruin. It (to be) a rotting jumble of stone and timber. But someone (to live) there. One man. He (to live) there alone. Who (to be) this man? Nobody really (to know). Some people (to say), he was half man, half wolf. Most people (to think) he (to be) a vampire. Everyone (to fear) him. Late one night a stranger (to come) to the village inn. He (to say) the vampire in the castle (to be) dead. The villagers (not to believe) him. They (to think) vampires (to live) forever. That night there (to be) a violent storm. Lightning (to flash) across the howling sky, thunder (to shake) the roofs of the houses. The storm (to stop) quite suddenly. At that moment the lid of the big coffin of the vampire (to begin) to open. As the coffin (to open), the storm (to die) to a whisper. The body in the coffin (to take) the violent energy of the night. The vampire (to be) back. The next day (to be) bright and sunny. Birds (to sing) in the trees. The castle (to look) beautiful in the dawn light. People (to get up) early and (to clear) away the debris from the storm. There (to be) many cracked slates and broken windows. The villagers (to put) back the chimney pots and (to mend) their fences. Life (to go on). But the next night another terrible thing (to happen), an awful cry (to ring) round the village. "Murder! .." (After Chris Culshaw)
The castle stood high on the rocky hill above the village. It cast a cold shadow over the houses and fields. None of the villagers ever went near the castle. At night they stayed close to their fires and kept their doors locked. The castle was nearly in ruin. It was a rotting jumble of stone and timber. But someone lived there. One man. He lived there alone. Who was this man? Nobody really knew. Some people said he was half man, half wolf. Most people thought he was a vampire. Everyone feared him. Late one night a stranger came to the village inn. He said the vampire in the castle was dead. The villagers did not believe him. They thought vampires lived forever. That night there was a violent storm. Lightning flashed across the howling sky, thunder shook the roofs of the houses. The storm stopped quite suddenly. At that moment the lid of the big coffin of the vampire began to open. As the coffin opened, the storm died to a whisper. The body in the coffin took the violent energy of the night. The vampire was back. The next day was bright and sunny. Birds sang in the trees. The castle looked beautiful in the dawn light. People got up early and cleared away the debris from the storm. There were many cracked slates and broken windows. The villagers put back the chimney pots and mended their fences. Life went on. But the next night another terrible thing happened, an awful cry rang around the village. "Murder! .."
The castle stood high on the rocky hill above the village. It cast a cold shadow over the houses and fields. None of the villagers ever went near the castle. At night they stayed close to their fires and kept their doors locked.
The castle was nearly in ruin. It was a rotting jumble of stone and timber. But someone lived there. One man. He lived there alone.
Who was this man? Nobody really knew. Some people said he was half man, half wolf. Most people thought he was a vampire. Everyone feared him.
Late one night a stranger came to the village inn. He said the vampire in the castle was dead. The villagers did not believe him. They thought vampires lived forever.
That night there was a violent storm. Lightning flashed across the howling sky, thunder shook the roofs of the houses. The storm stopped quite suddenly. At that moment the lid of the big coffin of the vampire began to open. As the coffin opened, the storm died to a whisper. The body in the coffin took the violent energy of the night. The vampire was back.
The next day was bright and sunny. Birds sang in the trees. The castle looked beautiful in the dawn light. People got up early and cleared away the debris from the storm. There were many cracked slates and broken windows. The villagers put back the chimney pots and mended their fences. Life went on.
But the next night another terrible thing happened, an awful cry rang around the village. "Murder! .."