Shrugging into his robe, he wandered over to the sole window and pulled back the heavy tapestry covering it. He stared down into the inner ward, shuddering at what he saw. The entire castle was crawling with ghosts. How did the inhabitants live with such a weight upon the place. Didn't they feel it? Surely it had struck someone's notice that it was always chillier than it should be, that illness was unusually bad, and fights broke out with uncommon frequency. Nightmares, sadness, confusion the presence of the life-leeching ghosts added a fog of misery to the castle.
But given the number of ghosts, the inhabitants were probably so used to the misery that hung over them that they were unaware of it.