The Lost Treasure Map Series by V Bertolaccini

corridor, towards the library, and to Merton and
Mortimer, he considered what to do. There were two main options,
which he could see: they could stay in the library or they could
keep looking in the rooms.
    He glanced
into some of the rooms, to see if there were any doors similar to
the door on the library room.
    At the library
door, he heard vocal tones from inside. They sounded very awake,
and that they had gone in there not that long ago – rather than
them being there for many hours.
    But they
usually were more awake at late and early hours.
    They usually
needed to stay awake to check things satisfactory. Even though many
investigators set up their equipment and left it – and checked the
results later.
    They
enjoyed their work, and the thrill of the encounter. But he was
unsure that they had fully accepted that there were real dangers.
    One look in
the library, and at them, confirmed that he was right – they were
active, cleaned up, and ready for action.
    What they were
thinking of doing was not quite clear though, and he could not
imagine that they were excited about sitting in the library.
    The books were
at their feet, and they were studying opened books, all over the
table.
    “ Did all
of you have anything to eat?”
    “ Yes!”
Mortimer replied. “And we had a good meal last night – with
Inspector Bailey.”
    “ Did you
find anything here?”
    “ Nothing
significant!” Merton replied, looking slightly guilty. “There are
Victorian books on psychic research, which are very interesting,
for our normal research, but there is little to do with here. Other
than the fact that the books show that someone here was interested
in explaining what was occurring here.”
    What did they
think of the castle now that they had read the stuff and had
conducted their experiments (besides being confused about certain
things)? What sort of ghosts went rampaging through woods?
    If the local
stories were correct, it was capable of smashing to bits a horse
carriage, and it could knock over trees.
    Its strength
must have limits, or the entire wood would have trees strewn about
it, as though a hurricane had been through it.
    However, when
they had checked the wood, there had been no prints from it, and
there had been no noticeable trees turned over. But it might be
able to do it under the certain circumstances (which could mean
that it could change its strength). Perhaps it could change its
speed, making it even more dangerous.
    It could be an
entity with a type of computer intelligence, programmed to attack
humans.
    But who had
programmed it?
    “ We
would like to see those tombs you mentioned!” Mortimer declared,
smiling – instantly grabbing his attention – producing thoughts of
it smashing him to bits.
    Bryson
hesitated for a moment, and steadied himself – calming his
mind.
    They obviously
had a good reason for wanting to go there. Even though he did not
know why it was so important.
    It even
managed to overshadow the sounds of that room – perhaps for the
first time in his life.
    What would his
life have been like if he had met with those things in the wood
...?
    “ Why do
you want to go there?” he answered.
    “ There
are numerous reasons ...” Merton stated, obviously avoiding
answering his question. “We want to look around – as part of our
research!”
    “ Nothing
should happen during the day,” Mortimer continued. “It only
manifests at night ...”
    “ So all
the stories say! If you want to go there, then I’ll take you. But I
would prefer to go now, if you do not mind. It becomes dark pretty
early here. There’s also a chance that it may snow today. ”
    “ Perfect!” Merton replied.
    Bryson walked
over to the window, to look about the trees. A few crows flew over
them, indicating that there was food or something near them – and
they were hungry.
    Suddenly, he
saw something moving to the castle, through the wood.
    The figure of
the butler emerged, on the road going to the castle, which