CAN YOU BARGAIN WITH THE DEAD?
"Sometimes the terror is in what is not said..."
The world of Adrian Bolt shattered as his wife lay butchered on the floor of Castle Verliege. His conviction by a German court was as swift as the sword that killed her. He maintained his silence knowing his story would not be believed. Though his reputation was impeccable there was nobody willing to stand for him.
Another world lay in wait for anyone living within the walls of the castle; waiting, watching for eternity to keep the Mueller name upon its registers. There is only one world here for those who choose to stay. To enter its doors...is an invitation into the unknown!
“One afternoon I came back from the battlements and went into the ballroom to take some pictures. I was in the process of writing another book and wanted to do the entire project about the castle. Alicia was standing in the middle of the ballroom, dressed as if she was actually attending a formal ball. I stood back beyond one of the stone pillars and snapped a few pictures. She began to dance as I had never seen her dance before. Doctor, my wife was blessed with two left feet when it came to dancing. That afternoon she was as graceful as a swan.
“At dinner she was dressed as usual in her casual clothing, but the smell of Parisian perfume was still strong in the air.
“You might think this was not unusual. But Alicia did not wear perfume! She had not owned any perfume through all of our years of marriage. She was highly allergic to cosmetics of any kind. I mentioned I liked her perfume and she flew into a rage. She swore to me that she was not wearing perfume. Alicia also swore she had not been in the ballroom earlier in the day.
“I had the photographs developed the following morning. It was my intention to prove to her that she had lied to me. The photographs were very clear: Alicia was in the ballroom, and yes, she was dancing—in the arms of a very handsome man dressed in early-eighteenth-century clothing! The pictures also gave me a full view of a large orchestra behind them next to the oversized fireplace. The man who had processed the photographs was impressed with the accuracy of the costumes the people were wearing in the pictures.
“Imagine my shock when I knew I had witnessed only one person in the ballroom. In the photographs there were people along the walls and beyond, everywhere. As I said, there was no mistaking what the pictures were showing—they were too clear.
“My hands began to tremble when I held the pictures closer. It was not possible! In my mind I was fully aware of what I had seen, regardless of what the photographs were showing. I started to question my sanity.
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The passions in his life are his family, the great outdoors, and his boxer Delilah affectionately known as DeeDee.
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