The Deadliest Haunted Castle by V Bertolaccini Page B

were using it to lure people there to their deaths,
and he wondered again if he would survive this adventure!
    Merton wandered about offering anyone next
to him a cigarette, and spoke to them confidently, and they gave
startled expressions at their surroundings and what he actually
worked as and a famous leading investigator of psychic
occurrences.
    Mitchell, Bryson noticed, was giving them
confidence and his wisdom in carrying out the task ahead, while
gently persuading them to do what he wished, and use their powers
of deduction to find clues or anything there. There main motivation
seemed to be money, and they were all positive that was what
motivated the killer there.
    As they passed different rooms it became
clear that nobody had been there in many decades. Cobwebs and dirt
just about shrouded everything they met with!
    Nothing showed any clues to what Bryson
wanted, and it made little sense.
    The killer had to be ruthless and
carefree to have done it in the way that it had been done,
especially to one of Mitchell ’ s men. The person had done it under their
noses! Yet it could indicate that he never knew them or what they
were like?
    From the looks that that he caught he knew
that the incident had affected them all. Some of them were
argumentative when they mentioned the dead guy, and he was sure
that they had not found any major clues.
    Bryson touched his sore forehead with his
fingers feeling if the coldness had sunk into his brain.
    He saw that it had still stopped snowing and
that there was a good chance, according to a forecast, that the
weather would stay that way until the night.
    He wondered if the place had actually turned
people insane! He wondered if the killer had an interest in
anything else and if they were thinking of him as being only after
one thing.
    A loud helicopter thud gradually emerged
away in the distance, and they all grew silent and considered the
arrival of the police, and at a window Bryson and some of the
others watched it and another three helicopters arrive, making them
even change their interest there to below the castle, where they
landed, and Bryson watched the faces of all the police and people
connected with them get out and looking about slightly amused but
mainly very curious, and some actually knowing some things about
the place, and he heard some of their communications blaring out as
they told of their arrival and what the place looked like.
    The police had a hard time realizing what
they were dealing with, and Bryson listened to the person he was
sure was in charge of everything. He had clearly been communicating
with the police elsewhere in his helicopter.
    “ We can separately look about
more, ” Merton declared, clearly losing interest with looking out the
window. “ We
can cover more ground ... ”
    They all split up more and into groups,
going into rooms more, and searching more.
    Bryson marched away himself straight to
where he thought one of the main rooms was, which was larger and
unusual, and he was sure it belonged to the owner that had
reconstructed the castle, if he had even lived there or had it
built for him before his death.
    It was incredible how fast Mitchell rushed
after him, and he watched Merton follow him, seeing it was the most
interesting place to go.
    The others mainly agreed to search the
corridor and to check paintings and antiques, which were really
ancient and valuable looking, especially being there and covered in
such dust and dirt.
    The door to the room at first seemed locked
when Bryson reached it, before the other two had made it to him,
and he quickly confirmed it was locked before trying to shove it
in.
    “ Curious! ” Mitchell muttered. “ Very curious!
It ’ s got a
lock and it ’ s locked! ”
    Merton ducked and stuck his eye to the
keyhole and moved back, and asked, “ We could wait and try to find a key,
which may not exist, or we could just break in? ”
    “ Let ’ s break in! ” Mitchell quickly replied
first. “ What ’ s