The Castle: Horror Stories, #1
By Dick Morris
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"A very enjoyable horror novella; I enjoyed not being able to guess what would happen. Nice, creepy horror that isn't overdone, with plenty of surprises you won't expect..." (An Amazon reviewer.)
Four friends on a touring holiday of vampire country in Eastern Europe find their vacation turns into a nightmare when they head down a road that is not on the map. The village they find themselves in looks to be idyllic. But why do so many residents have lopsided faces?. And why is everyone so sad? And why are mists so prevalent? And who lives in the mysterious castle on the hill? Gradually, the four friends uncover the village's secret, and figure out the fate that lies in store....
About 24000 words.
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Dick Morris
Dick Morris served as Bill Clinton's political consultant for twenty years. A regular political commentator on Fox News, he is the author of ten New York Times bestsellers (all with Eileen McGann) and one Washington Post bestseller.
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Other books by Dick Morris:
Pelican - Escape or Die*
Dark Harbour*
The Investigators*
The Black Hats*
The Killers*
The Curse*
The Ruin*
The Weather Station*
Blood Island*
Cursed Slaughtered Hunted*
*Also available as paperbacks
This is a work of fiction, and all characters are imaginary. Any resemblance they might have to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Midpoint
I told you we shouldn’t have come!
Mary looked down again, and quickly turned away. Have you seen how fucking high we are? Oh, my God, I’m fucking terrified.
Don’t look down then,
Mark snapped from the driving seat. Even he had begun to lose his cool
I knew we shouldn’t have come. It was you, Karin, who fucking suggested it.
Mary said.
Karin leaned forward from the rear seat of the car. She had once been described as being cold-blooded, but now there was just a hint of worry in her voice. Excuse me, Mary, but I most certainly did not suggest it. If you remember, you asked the manager of the hotel if he could suggest someplace we could get a good view of the mountains from, and he suggested we come up this road. You then said yes, you thought it would be a good idea, and we, every one of us, agreed. So, no, I most certainly did not suggest we come up this fucking road.
The four of them were silent for a while. Mary, twenty-nine, fair, slightly overweight, her hair in a fringe and making her look younger, sitting in the right, passenger seat of the hired Subaru, glanced down into the valley once more and quickly turned away. Mark, black haired, black bearded, and bespectacled, at the wheel, edged the car carefully up the deteriorating surface of the road. Karin, tall, thin, intense, her black hair in a ponytail, sitting behind Mark, looked over his shoulder mesmerized by how narrow the road had become. And Karl, tall, fair-haired, and crop-haired, sitting behind Mary, looked down into the valley but without the fear being felt by her. He after all, had been a Marine, and had done some mountaineering in the past.
This was more or less the end of their European vacation. They were flying back to the States in a few days’ time: two Americans, and their two British partners, all of them from Los Angeles, all of them writers, and each of them in his or her twenties. They’d met at a writer’s workshop in LA, had colluded in the homework, honing their writing skills and commiserating over rejection slips until, after two years of submissions, Mary had sold a novel and the film rights of it had then been sold. Mary was American, and she was married to Mark, who was a Brit. Karin, who was a Brit, was married to Karl, who was American. This was the third time the four of them had vacationed together, and it had been Mary who had suggested they come to this part of Europe. She was thinking of a series of vampire books, and she’d wanted to see Eastern Europe where the first stories of the genre had been set. The four of them had flown to Vienna, had hired a car to drive through Hungary, and then come here into Rumania. They had visited various castles before Mary had suggested they drive into the countryside to see some of the real vampire land.
This they had done, checking in to a beautiful small inn, and spending two nights there. The food had been good and the proprietor friendly. A short, pot-bellied individual, he had not been able to do enough for them. We have some beautiful countryside around here,
he’d said, after he had brought them a delicious evening meal. Why don’t you go up the hill? There are some fabulous views to be enjoyed.
They’d discussed this suggestion and agreed the day trip would be a fitting end to an enjoyable holiday. The proprietor of the inn had made them a picnic lunch and given them his own local road map and, immediately after a pleasurable breakfast, they had set off.
The drive to the vantage point the proprietor had suggested was one of about thirty miles in length and after they had covered about half that distance they could see the Carpathians in the distance. They’d left the towns behind, and passed through smaller and smaller villages. They’d passed through forests too, and finally found the road the proprietor had told them about. Karl had been map-reader. Here it is,
he said, finally, as they come to a road turning left and into a forest. Turn here, Mark. This it is. This is the road.
Mark had swung the four-wheeler up the turning and they had passed through a quaint little village with a dancing group wearing the black and white folk costume common in these parts, and passed an old battered farm vehicle, and an aged gentleman with a handsome handlebar mustache riding a rusty bicycle. They’d then passed through fields for a mile or so until the gradient increased gradually up the mountain. At this point, Karin called out: Look, look!
On both sides of the road were fields decorated with crosses. Wooden ones, iron ones, plastic ones, weather-beaten ones, painted ones, crosses of all shapes and sizes.
What’s that then?
Karl had asked.
Mary had wanted to stop to take a look, but Mark was accelerating now, and quickly passing the spot, and thought it too late to stop or turn and go back.
The road had been in good order at first, double laned, well marked, and in good condition, but then it had deteriorated. But not too much, it had still been double width, although without further signs or markings, until they had risen to five hundred feet or so. Karl sat with the map open on his lap, the girls admiring and occasionally yelping at some sight or other. Then the road had begun to narrow, to just over a single vehicle width, although, at frequent intervals, it had been widened to allow vehicles to pass. Not that they’d needed to pull in to allow another vehicle to pass. They’d not seen another vehicle since the road had become single track.
They got steadily higher, and, simultaneously, the road got steadily narrower. A mile back, Mark had called out to Karl to ask him where the next passing spot was shown on the