The Haunted Castle.

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The Haunted Castle. Part Three.

Part One.

Part Two.

Dearest beloved, thoughtful, Tracey,

What an absolute joy and fountain of wisdom you are!

Who would have realised that the problem preventing your communications to me for so long would have led to such revelations. I refer of course to the iron filings, blown across Asia, that affected your emailing capabilities. Outer Mongolia sounds a very inhospitable place for my betrothed. I know that the Government has need of your broadcasting skills, but I do so worry. Take care, and wear a breathing apparatus to protect your lungs, at all times!

You were not to know that, ‘Iron’ is an old cockney rhyming slang abbreviation for…Roof! It comes from the use of ‘Iron Hoof.’ Its shortening was so others, probably the police, would not know of those devilish cockney’s intentions to steal lead from Church roofs. Although not a cockney myself I’m pretty sure I’m correct, but not entirely. No matter, I digress from the real point of this letter. 

After reading, and rereading several times, that email of yours affected so cruelly by the polluted air emanating from Russia, I engaged a roofing expert to inspect Castle Barnard’s upper protective coverings, and was Spot pleased or what! 

First, I was lucky in finding a locally based expert after confiding with that laundry girl I have previously mentioned. Strange girl, but not all are as perfect as you. How could they be? The man arrived a few days later equipped with measuring tape and clip board which reassured me as to his authenticity. I’m no fool. 

The long and short of it all is, actually that’s quite an apt cliché to use, as he was so tall that the strength in his legs had seemed to have gone. He walked as if on stilts! I was dwarfed in his presence. Where was I, ah yes, the outcome. After spending time with Little Willie, who held one end of the tape measure apparently, I need new lead sheeting in places. I thought the builders had covered all that, but sadly not. Can’t have your future home falling into disrepair now can we!

The expert spent a great deal of time, again with Little Willie, in the basement areas. Checking that no damp, or anything else, was rising I expect but that was somewhat mysterious, as neither mentioned what when on. Some folk are plainly strange.

Further news in a moment. It’s past midnight here, those creaking and screaming noises have started again. I really must track down the source.

***

Meanwhile In Myrtle’s Diary.

That Spot is so stupid that I just knew he would never recognise me when I pretended to be a roofing inspector. He is such a clot that he’ll believe anything. Since dad met his end, under Phyllis the younger, painful, but at least he had a smile on his face, I inherit everything. First though, I must prove that mum has died, and my suspicions that she crashed in the grounds of Castle Barnard are right. Without proof the insurance company won’t pay a penny. She had a collection of stuffed wildlife that’s worth thousands! The regalia she so recently bought, for her succession to the throne of Wales, is another treasure I will sell when ownership is fully mine.

Little Willie is helping me in many ways, some too delicate to mention, so I won’t go there! I have promised him certain favours if he keeps his mouth closed.

I can visit again under the pretext of a roof inspection, but Willie has twenty-four hour access as gardener, come handyman, (he’s very handy) so is more likely to find evidence. I will check all that Willie has; regularly.

***

Back in The Castle.

“Oh yes, more, hmm, yay, wow. Come on big boy, make Brenda happy. You say you want evidence that I’m dead, no way Jose!….. I’m very much alive!”

***

I’m back my dearest, 

But could not find where those noises emanated from. 

They seem everywhere and nowhere, baby! There’s a thought. Could you play that track on Sunday, on your show? Then I’ll know that the iron filings were not attracted my magnetic appeal. I know that you just love to keep in touch with me by electronic means but if you undergoing interference from elsewhere, then at least I will know you have me in your heart.

The good news is the rattling chain noise has vanished. The bad news is, that the screaming is worse.

Have you any suggestions? 

Tatty bye for now,

Spot

Aunt Alice, Brenda, Tracey Edges and Spot in Female First magazine.

 

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp is a member of The Society of Authors. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by CNext Chapter with the tenth novel being a two-part ending to the Heirs and Descendants Series. A Covenant of Spies completed the four-book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? Once I Was A Soldier and A Widow's Son. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number-one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, the UK, Canada, and Australia. Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the two novellas he wrote, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled--The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality. Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.co.uk/Daniel-Kemp/... He is fond of writing Quotes and a collection of his can be found here--- https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/list/72612151
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4 Responses to The Haunted Castle.

  1. Spot is maturing. He’s becoming quite observant and responsible! LOLOL Does Tracey know she’s “betrothed?” What the heck is Brenda doing to the “Big Boy?” LOLOL Poor thing!!! 😀

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    How do I know! I make it up as I go along …..LOLOL

  3. Pingback: The Haunted Castle. Part Four. | The words of Danny Kemp.

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