Castle Waits

By Tarak Ghosh

About the book:
There are several situations that should be analyzed through the articles of beliefs rather than logic. Many curses from the ancient world still exist today. It tells the story of a princess who vanished 300 years ago from her castle. Three hundred years after, Charlotte and her treasure-hunting crew witnessed the tragic event that had occurred in the Count's Castle's secret room. It is the story of a princess who suddenly disappeared from her castle 300 years ago. After the princess’s sudden disappearance, the castle was hidden forever in the eyes of the people. The Princess promised that if she was killed, she would be back again, even after centuries. When she comes back, the castle is alive again. Oliver knew only a human key can open the gate of the castle to enter. But who is that human key? Charlotte, Oliver’s beloved, who is like Isabella?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Feb 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9789356102446

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Castle Waits

BY

Tarak Ghosh

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ISBN 9789356102446

© Tarak Ghosh 2022

Published in India 2022 by Pencil

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. The opinions expressed in this book do not seek to reflect the views of the Publisher.

Author biography

Tarak Ghosh is an author of Science Fictions for both adults and teens. But he is best known for his heavily researched aviation mystery, such as FLIGHT 73, SILENT COCKPIT and FLIGHT 648.  Besides the aviation mystery, he wrote a few Romantic fictions and some Supernatural fantasies. He is a Crime journalist, film director and editor of an English news portal.  His 26 years’ experience in journalism has given him a broad base from which to approach many fictions. He loves to raise his voice against any cruelty to women. He believes in women-empowerment and made many short feature films based on women empowerment. His title I AM SUZAN, edited by Tony Johnson is a fictional story that addresses abuse within the care system and draws the reader into one young girl's plight.

Contents

2018 Pennsylvania, USA

A New Journey

Hidden Castle

Missing Princess & Hidden Castle

1807 Castle of Count Domitru

Conspiracy

Final Destination

Destiny

Who’s there

Raven is dead

The Painting

Dream or Destiny

Flight to Henry Coanda, Bucharest

The Tall Warrior

Journey Begins

Mystery Begins

Back and Back

DEDICATION

Epigraph

CASTLE WAITS (An English mystery novel by Tarak Ghosh)

Other titles from the author

Silent Cockpit, non-fiction, Flight 73 (Non-Fiction), Silent Shriek (Non-Fiction), Memory Lane (Romantic Fiction Paperback & E-book), Lucy (Collection of short stories, E-book), Hell Flower (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), The Snake Woman (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), Lust & Poison (Sci-Fi, Paperback & E-book), I Am Suzan (Romance, Paperback & E-book), Indian Meditation (Paperback & E-book)

Published in 2022

Cover Image Courtesy: Pixabay

Copyright © 2019  Tarak Nath Ghosh

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; all characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains language and actions that might be offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, superstition, violence, rape or violence against women, men and animals and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above

2018 Pennsylvania, USA

 Pennsylvania, 2018, Sunday. It was a stormy winter afternoon, and it had been raining since the day broke. Most people would avoid driving in weather like that at all costs. But the man behind the wheel wasn’t like most people. He was a man of a mixture of ambition and determination. His name was Oliver Harris, a fully confident person. Oliver drove to an address. It was about 2 miles from his home on the outskirts of the town. The road was very desolate and winding. Each turn was a problem with the navigation of the car.

Oliver ultimately decided to meet the old man after a week of planning. Before he died in the State Prison, Mr. Edward had told him to meet the man. He went on to say that only he and the old man knew the secret. Oliver initially mistook it for a dying person's delirium. When Edward's rough hands encircled his wrist on his deathbed, Oliver couldn't help but be intrigued by his remarks. Edward was shaking and panting for air. It's not a fiction, Oliver, it's true, he'd murmured, gathering his strength. I'm going to reveal a long-kept secret of mine. I've never told anyone but Mr. Raven, but I guess today is the day I'll leave this planet. He hesitated for a while, finally allowing his mind to expose the secret he had kept hidden in a dark corner of his mind, and allowing it to be free for the first time ever. He was fighting back ferociously to gather his memories, but he abruptly lost his voice in the middle. Edward died while lying on a ragged blanket. Meet Mr. Raven; in any way, when you're released, he lives in the countryside in Winfield town. Edward's last words reverberated in his ears.

 The old man lived in a two-story old building on about two acres of grass and trees, a mile away from the highway. Oliver crossed the deserted intersection and headed toward a two-story apartment that loomed behind a tall white wall, surrounded by trees. The place had no reputation; rather, it could be called the worst place. When Oliver spotted the old structure clear behind a large tree, he wiped his eyes and pulled his foot off the gas pedal. 

It was cold weather. Oliver climbed off his car and held his cloak closer to himself against the winter’s wind. It was about a one hundred-meter walk down a dirt path and not a sound could be heard except for a few birds in the fields.  He reached there just as the sun began to set beyond the horizon. The building itself was two-story with windows set into the sloping roof, showing that there were rooms in the attic. The chimneys were tall and one of them had collapsed. There was an open door set into the unpainted brick. He pushed the button on the doorbell.

The door is open; please enter. Oliver heard a husky voice coming from inside. Turning the door handle, he silently made his way inside. The floor was dusty with bare boards, and the windows were all broken. His eyes scanned the room. An opened bottle of wine and a half-empty glass were atop the table. Upon the table were three items: - a handkerchief, an old diary, and a knife. He heard a door slam and a middle-aged man in slacks and a sweater, who could have passed for an American or a European, entered the room.  It seemed that he was under the influence of alcohol.  Oliver was sure the old man had been drinking alone for hours.

The man sat down on a sofa near to a crackling fireplace. Oliver examined him thoroughly from head to toe. It was difficult to estimate the ancient dove's true age. He was, however, no older than sixty. The old man studied Oliver for a moment, and he also got a good look at his face. The old dove suddenly raised his body and moved towards the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug of coffee. He took a leisurely step across to the table and set the coffee mug down.

You must be Oliver, then. Edward told you to meet me, isn’t it? His voice was not especially deep or forceful, but it was rather compelling and tinged with a mysterious accent that might have been Romanian. At least, he hoped it sounded mysterious.

 Your coffee is getting cold, said the man.

Oliver locked his gaze on the elderly gentleman for more than a minute, a faint smile across his lips. He was an ordinary man with no distinguishing characteristics that would draw someone to him. Within a minute, the smile had faded, and he was concentrating on his still-smoking coffee. Except for the chatting of the people outside, there was a long period of silence.

Oliver confirmed, Yes, I told you the specifics over the phone. There was another pause in the conversation. Oliver exhaled several rings of smoke after lighting a cigarette.

Why don't you sit down and tell me a little more about your problems? he asked. 

I'm not sure whether I'd call them 'issues, Oliver said. It's just the hidden castle that I'm hoping you can help me with. That's all. Oliver came directly to the point.

I've got a lot of questions for you. But, first and foremost, I have a question about the castle. Do you have any idea the castle I'm referring to?

Oh, absolutely, the man answered with a devilish grin, but you have to wait man, be patient.

I'm sorry, but I don't have time to be patient! You know that!  Oliver said firmly. His cigarette burned out. Stabbing his depleted cigarette into a nearby ashtray, Oliver broke the silence. The old