The Deadliest Haunted Castle (8 page)

Chapter 12

Inside the
Castle

Even though Bryson had not properly
seen and measured the castle, as it was mostly buried away in thick
trees and undergrowth, it was colossal and he was sure that it was
far longer and wider than any type of football field, and as high
as an average eight-story building (and could
even
reach up to 150 meters long and 60 meters
wide, and 30 meters high).

The builder, William Randall, who had built
a castle already, surely would not have built it so massive at the
date that it had been built, and he wondered if the people that
rebuilt it there had built it bigger! If it was built for defense,
like most castles had been, why did he need it to be such a size,
as it would have been far easier to build and defend a small
castle? He would have needed and had to have maintained an immense
army for decades!

Why did they not just increase the size of
his army? Everything he had seen of people of that time had been
done for logical reasons! Yet he realized it was exaggerated and
that William Randall had built it, as he had built the last large
castle, but not as large as it, and it might have been to show his
immense power and wealth, and an army would also have thought twice
before attacking such a construction, and they could easily have
thought it held a great and powerful king, while it being buried
away in a wood would have added to its defense.

He was determined to solve all the riddles,
and prepared himself to find the proper answers!

He was determined to ignore the events of
the past few days and concentrate on what was in the castle. He had
seen little of it in the darkness with their lights, and it was
cold and smelled of dampness, and nobody left the location at the
lounge at the door.

Most of the night had been subjected to
false alarms of the things in the wood reappearing there, and they
had been glad when the morning arrived.

Later on he and Mortimer and Merton went
outside to see it in the light of day and were surprised and
disappointed. It was unbelievable and historical, but had fallen
into being a derelict. Vegetation and trees virtually entirely
covered it, including its roof, and it was part of the wood. It was
lucky the interior was preserved, as they would have had a bad time
staying there.

Bryson studied pieces from exterior walls
strewn about in the undergrowth, and immense square boulders and
other parts.

They wandered around it checking what they
could but a lot of it was hidden from view, and he had a hard time
realizing how they had been able to move it there! Why they had
allowed such a valuable construction to become derelict? And
realized again that it was the haunting of it and its deadliness!
There were abundant deaths marked as occurring there! He thought
the last castle had been bad but this one was deadly beyond belief
and people avoided it to save their lives!

He wondered if they should have just left
it! If they could not get rid of what was there they could be
playing with something of great danger that could result in an
immense amount of deaths, for decades to come.

Bryson made a rough drawing/map of it as
they wandered around. At the front there seemed to be only the one
central door, but there were others at the sides and back, and
there was one at a kitchen at the back.

The front door had a hall that led to the
other side of the castle, and long corridors of rooms went from one
end of the castle to the other all the way through it. With
different shaped and sized rooms everywhere. The majority of it was
confusing, and he found little to answer his queries. The floors
above were not identical, and he considered his theory that the
place was built to scare off enemies with its magnitude and value,
and he put all the things in it there for the building and with no
real use. Yet if an army and other group of people stayed there it
could well have all been used by them. They could have been complex
and advanced people of that age and did many things not normally
done.

He wondered where William had stayed in it,
and where his room was located? Perhaps at the top floor, where he
would have had a good view of his wood and grounds?

When they
arrived back in the castle he heard Mitchell on his phone and
listened to his conversation and that he was bringing in all their
supplies, as they had planned to do once they had found and entered
the castle. They had an area on the remains of the lane to it where
the helicopters could land.

All the
rest of the scientists and
psychic investigators and
their highly advanced equipment, to begin a detailed investigation,
were being brought, as well as more men to help Mitchell, and as
well as food supplies they were bringing generators for proper
power supplies for the lights and everything else.

Chapter 13

The Legends

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 14

The Disturbances

When Bryson opened his eyes he never even
knew what he was! He had no recognition of anything or where he
was, or that he was in one of the rooms in the castle!

He was staggered and sat upright and turned
on his room light, and wondered if it was caused by his exhaustion,
done on the day before, or his lack of food, the severe cold and
snow falling outside, or something in the castle influencing
him.

The dreams that he had had been
incomprehensible and he wondered if they had actually been dreams!
They never made sense and had been made up with shimmering lights
and freakish sounds being whirled about him, and like being in a
colossal vortex, where he never thought or even did anything, and
had been like he never existed and just experienced what was
there.

He liked the room around him and how well
preserved it was after such a length of time, and how well it had
been made, especially for the era it had been from.

Merton was in the room next to his on
the left and Mortimer
’
s room was next to that, and Mitchell was in
the room next to Bryson on the other side, where he was next to his
men.

They were all sleeping in rooms at the front
of the left side of the second floor, with the stairs in the center
of the castle.

Bryson noted the air was just cold and with
no scent, and that it was cool and calm in the room, and he spotted
that there was a really thick blanket of snow covering the wood
outside. He remembered earlier and being in a huddled posture with
his blankets tightly wrapped about him, with him reacting to the
cold.

For a moment he recalled an earlier dream
and that he had thought he had died and gone to some form of
afterlife, and tried to recall everything he could about it. The
dreams that he had at Grovnor Castle had given him vision of other
places, and what could be hidden away, and he had visualized the
places the creatures sounds there were coming from and had some
insight into them and their environment.

The sky outside was dark even though it was
snowing, and it was normally light where he lived with the
streetlights and light being reflected from the snow illuminating
it, and he realized how far they were from the outside world and
this place this time had no roads or connections to anything. Their
communications had gone when the dark winter night began.