Chapter Twenty
Ghost Mistress
They say this crumbling old castle in the mountains of Romania is haunted. Good. According to local legend, no one who’s spent the night here alone has ever come out.
Well, local legends being what they are, I’m not concerned. As a parapsychologist rather I’m intrigued and excited. I’ve made a career out of investigating paranormal phenomena, and all the evidence suggests something truly supernatural is going on here.
None of the locals will even go near the place. So I’ve had to lug my camping supplies and equipment up here myself. Leaving the mule tethered at the front gate, I’ve spent the evening setting up my equipment in the moldering old “Great Hall”.
Various recording devices, electromagnetic sensors et cetera are up and running. I’ve establishe
