All Chapters of The Lost Castle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A few minutes later, I m sitting in the castle's drawing room with an iced coffee.He sits opposite me, alone.No guards. No mysterious woman. No dramatic entourage.I place my cup down.“Okay. Ground rules.”He nods.I start counting on my fingers.“First: my bedroom and private living areas are completely off-limits. Nobody enters without my permission.”“Agreed.”“Second: no guards wandering around upstairs looking intimidating.”“Agreed.”“Third: I don't want random people appearing in corridors at night.”“Reasonable.”“Fourth: if you're continuing your business here, I don't want to know anything about it unless it affects my property or my safety.”He nods.“Agreed.”I lean back.“And fifth: if I want to explore my own castle, nobody follows me around like I'm a criminal suspect.”He studies you for a moment.Then says:“Agreed.”I blink.“That was surprisingly easy.”He smiles.“You came upstairs prepared for an argument.”“Obviously.”“And instead of demanding anything unreas

“Ohh please tell me its some underworld mafia center don , vampire, werewolf 7 feet tall who has been running his underworld business using this haunted house as a cover but he doesn't know my superpower that I can see and talk to ghosts” I said excitedly. The darkness goes completely silent. Then a woman's voice says: “...You watch too many dramas.” I grin. “That's not a no.” A soft laugh echoes through the tunnel. My phone flashlight suddenly turns back on. And there she is. Not a vampire. Not a werewolf. Not a seven-foot mafia don. A woman in a black suit, standing barefoot in the tunnel. She looks completely alive. Behind her are six people, all armed and dressed like they belong to an extremely expensive criminal organization. I stare at them. Then glance behind yourself. “Okay. So… definitely not ghosts.” The woman smiles. “No. We're the people who have been using this castle for the last forty years.” I blink. “You've been living in

So the next morning I woke up and first thing I thought about was “I need to clean this place because clearly definition of cleaning in dead people's dictionary is quite different than ours” I said loudly: “What's with all the spider webs and fallen leaves .. is that what u woke up me for in the middle of night .. I would very much like to see the CLEAN part of house that you two did at night.” The moment I finish saying “CLEAN part of the house”, both ghosts appear in the hallway. They look at each other. Then at me. Then very slowly at the castle around them. The older one clears his throat. “In our defense " I raise an eyebrow. He immediately stops. I walk downstairs. And oh. Oh no. The “cleaning” they did overnight apparently consisted of: • Moving one chair approximately 30 cm. • Dusting a portrait while leaving the entire wall covered in dust. • Sweeping the middle of the hallway while leaving the edges untouched. • Arranging three books a

“I m not taking it if its not about some hidden treasure .”I said confidently.He slowly takes the key back.“Hidden treasure?”I shrug.“Yes. I have $50 million already. I'm not exchanging personal trauma for some Victorian family drama.”The ghost stares at me for a long, uncomfortable moment.Then—“...There is treasure.”I immediately sit up.He continues:“Beneath this castle is a chamber that was sealed in 1841. Inside is a collection of gold sovereigns, jewels, and—”I interrupt:“How much?”He sighs.“Approximately £14 million in today's value.”Me:“Okay. Now we're having a conversation.” But before he can continue, he adds:“There is one problem.”The room goes silent.“The treasure is guarded.”I ask, “By what?”He looks toward the staircase.“By the previous owner.”A beat.“And he is considerably less friendly than I am.”“Ok so I will share half of the treasure amount with your descendant or anyone you would like, great great grand daughter of your lover or anyone and

Sejal's POV:I stared at the very much dead-looking man with his skin turning pale and foam coming out of his mouth.The next few hours went by like seconds. The ambulance came, then the cops. Everyone had their statements recorded.It was a very disturbing evening. After getting permission from the cops, I headed out towards my apartment. I unlocked the door, almost kicked off my shoes, and took out my phone to charge it, and that's when I saw it.The wooden box.I almost forgot about it. I should have told the police about it, but what could I have told them? That I was involved in a money-laundering business that somehow sponsored a terrorist attack?I stared at it.A few minutes passed.Then I held it in my hands.I wasn't wrong before. It was definitely heavier than usual.I opened it.It had small stones, diamonds, emeralds, rubies.They were small, almost like you couldn't easily put them on a ring or earring.I did make some jewellery during lockdown, but it was definitely not