The Deadliest Haunted Castle

The Deadliest Haunted Castle

V Bertolaccini

First
published 2013 by CB

This
edition published 2013 by CB

This is a
Smashwords edition 2013

Copyright
Victor Bertolaccini

ISBN:
978-1-3104-8362-2

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1:
The Lost Voyager (Novelette I)

2:
Beyond the Universe (Novelette II)

Part I

The Lost Voyager

Prologue

The Lost Voyager

Throughout centuries the place
had been
viciously subjected to deadly mind-bending
forces and manifestations!

Legends were
extraordinary, bordering on absurd, and once Bryson got all his
things off a helicopter he was able to check through the details
that they had gathered in intense investigations at loads of
locations, which was used to locate the lost castle.

The origins, from a majority of accumulated
sources, to which he and the others had proven had occurred,
occurred around 1620 when fishermen at a Scottish fishing village
had witnessed the materialization of something of unknown origins,
and that a bright light of magnitude had exploded out of the early
morning mist over the sea, like a crazy shooting star, and had been
seen landing.

After a great deal of observations,
research, and discussions by the leading scientists they had agreed
that the thing that they had found at Grovnor Castle, with its
appearance there and its alien artifact creating gateways
throughout space and time, could very well have been detected and
located by it. The first had left traces through space and time for
anything to detect!

Space and time could be full of things of
unknown origins searching for other things of unknown origins
throughout space and time. The description of the second revealed
that it could well have been attempting to mimic the first and
could have even been there to make contact with it or check what it
was and analyze it.

Something encountering something new at an
unknown location could easily assume that it belonged there, and
they believed that when it had appeared there that it had assumed
that the other thing had been an inhabitant of this world!

There was no proof that both encountered
each other, and though the castles had been in the same region
there had in fact been a great deal of distance between them. They
also believed that though they had reached their destinations that
neither had been able to achieve their objectives.

They knew why the original one had nearly
been killed when it had made an appearance, when it had been found
by fishermen, and that it had eventually died where the first
castle had been built before the other had arrived, even though its
powers had haunted that castle for centuries with its lost alien
artifact hidden there.

Accounts of the other reshaping and
continually altering its appearance showed that it had altered from
something else and had been trying to adapt, and it having
accelerated/decelerated motions and forms like a crazy entity/life
form as it had appeared.

At first it had appeared to have
damaged itself and be on the brink of losing its existence but it
had been later perceived that it had entered some form of damaged
or dormant state
–
surely exhausted of energy from either its
extraordinary manifestation, or from its impact with the world, or
it not even having existed in space and time.

The fishermen that found it had taken it to
the most knowledgeable and powerful person there and to William
Randall, who had been staggered by its existence, and who gave them
his extensive knowledge and experience, but had displayed more
confusion on its appearance than them.

He had taken it from them and it was
never seen again, but years later, after the construction of
William Randall
’
s second castle, they had heard of its
activation at the second castle and that many deaths had occurred
and that they had been trying use it for magical purposes
–
to foresee
future occurrences
–
and to accumulate its powerful
powers.

According to legends all the people
there had been found dead, and it had left the most powerful
magical object in existence at the castle
–
in whatever state and place they
had left it
–
with powers going beyond anything else
–
with power surges opening
gateways going beyond space and time
–
and with William
Randall
’
s
valuable treasure nearby.

For centuries
the lost treasure had been thought to exist there by a few
explorers, who had carried out investigations and searches for it,
of which many had paid by losing their lives, by being in the
confines of the castle at the wrong time or place.

No real
clues to its whereabouts existed other than it was located near a
magical object! The legends gave mentions of it but the actual
details were too little and too vague and the occurrences at the
place made it too confused to establish. All the facts were
missing, but having seen what the
William
Randall
had been like
and that the other treasure had existed Bryson and the paranormal
scientists thought he could have had it, and it was hidden
there.

The place must
have been one of the most dangerous places in the world and nobody
attempted to live there, or even live near there. People could not
survive permanently living in its confines! Even though most of the
time its powers dwindled and some people had managed to survive and
escape after living for months there, and had given horrific
accounts of the mind-bending wonders and deadliest menaces that
they had been subjected to.

At one point,
in 1880, to which nobody knows why, its existence had become
entirely dormant and a wealthy businessman had found the castle by
accident while visiting the region and had bought it from the
owners of the land.

He had
recognized its value, historical importance, colossal architecture
and dimensions, and had seen that it was worthless in the desolate
wood, in the middle of nowhere, and had it removed in large
sections and shipped across the Atlantic, where he had intended to
reconstruct it near New York.

What occurred
next was never revealed, and there occurred an extensive amount of
lost information, and all that was known was that the owner had
died in mysterious circumstances and that the castle had ended up
at a different and secret location in the depths of an immense
desolate wood, hidden away from anyone locating it, with what was
there activated again.

Chapter 1

The Deadliest
Treasure

The sounds had initially been astonishing!
Now they had gone beyond, and were mind-bending! They came
screaming up through the shaft with a dangerous fury that stunned
Pendleton, and no matter how he tried to shake it off and
contemplate identities his thoughts never altered or formed stable
recognitions.

Clouds of powdered dirt and stone swirled
about through beams of lights from the above lights as he released
some more rope, edging him downwards, seeking to get hold of the
treasure.

The Second World War was still going, but
just about over, and Pendleton realized that he had avoided being
killed after all, and wondered if he was going to be killed here
instead, and was unsure what was worse.

He groaned and dangled about on his rope,
and grabbed hold of part of a castle boulder, while glimpsing parts
of the shaft above, wondering if he could have wangled his way out
of it. But it was not really them and he really wanted to do it,
and he wanted to explore the castle shaft. He had always wanted to
explore and discover something new of value and greatness, and
perhaps even be remembered in history.

What interested and terrified them was why
the treasure was hidden in such a place with such occurrences!

What was it they were dealing with anyway?
Why was it there in such a far out place? Was the stuff protected
by something?

Something of unfathomable unidentifiable
supernatural nature sounded as though it were under the castle, in
some form of magnetic field or energy field, trapped or trying to
free itself from something, ultimately escaping to another location
of liberty, and he tried imagining some form of spirit trapped
there every night for hundreds of years, perhaps in an ancient
dungeon. Yet again even that could not explain it, or anything!

“
Have
you found if it’s
down there?
”
Henrik shouted down, in a
combination of extreme annoyance and confusion, with a way that
gave Pendleton the impression that the two archaeologists up above
might be on the edge of considering doing something extreme, and
beyond their normal. Though Norgrove, the other archaeologist, gave
him the impression that he had waited all his life to be
here!

He again started to realize the implications
of the find and that they would have to check what was there, no
matter what.

He
quickly shouted up: “You
investigated all these
walls?
”

“
Yes!
” Norgrove replied. “
We used all the
best equipment.
”

“
We
’
re the only ones here and that know about
it?
”
he
replied, still trying to find out more about what was happening,
and they were allowing him to know. Basically it was just them
three there at the great old immense haunted castle, buried away in
the wood, at the location that they had traced the treasure
to.

Yet they could have left the task until the
morning but they could not wait. They had waited too long and had
gone too far to get their hands on it, and he just wanted to get
it.

What the hell difference did it make if it
was morning or night? It was dark there in the tunnel at both
times!

He wondered why the lights were above,
and why he never had one, and shouted up,
“
Are you two coming down here or
what?
”

The two archeologists shifted into the shaft
and made their way down, with the lights, and he observed them, and
realized why they had not given him a light, and that he was like a
worm on a fishing line, and there to check what the score was. The
two also had trouble climbing in and down, and were overweight and
bulky, and he was better at climbing than they were. They would
have a hard time getting back up again! And he even wondered if
they would camp the night at the bottom or something, if they were
too tired and sleepy, which made him gasp again when he thought
about it, and he lodged his boot into a gap between two of the
boulders, to rest his tired body.

“
What
did they find out?” he muttered, mainly to himself, and wondered
what he was missing again.

“
There are other small shafts running
through here ...
” Henrik
called down, dangling overhead, who had stopped to examine a small
hole in the shaft, he had missed in the darkness there.

“
Ventilation s
hafts that connect
together,
” Norgrove
continued. “T
hey must run through most of the
building.
”