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                  “Do you have anywhere else to go?”
                  “No, but that is not the point.”
                  “The point is Randal, we have the opportunity for a little adventure. An opportunity that may never come our way again. We may find out for ourselves if there really is such a thing as life after death.”
                  “Fine” Randal said, giving in to Ozzie. How could he tell them he had enough adventure for a lifetime and seen enough death not to question it's permanence and only wanted to be left alone with his thoughts, to walk off the effects of the war from his life if he could. Life after death though, that could be a concept worth investigating. He wondered.
                  “Okay, if we are going to do this we need to come up with a plan of action.” Randal offered.
                  “Ghost hunting sounds great to me, I've seen all the shows.” Bridget brightened at the prospect. “We need digital cameras, infrared cameras, recording devices, energy sensors flashlights, and plenty of batteries.” she continued.
                  “What about access? Do you think there is some way we can get permission to go inside, instead of just planning on breaking in? I really don't want to spend any time in a Dutch prison if I can help it.”  Ozzie glanced over to the registration desk.  He waved at Igor, or Boris or whatever Ozzie is calling him today.
                  “Oh concierge.” Ozzie called to the old man who looked nothing like the butler from the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the morning light. Bridget and Randal followed Ozzie to the desk.
                  “Can I do something for you young people ?” The concierge asked.
                  “Sir, we were talking earlier amongst ourself about ghosts and hauntings and such. My friend Randal here told me a tale of a haunted castle that is nearby. Do you know anything about it?”
                  “Young man, everyone over who lives in town knows about the Castle.”
                  “Does anyone live there? I mean who takes care of the place?” Bridget asked.
                  “No one has lived in the Castle for almost seventy years. Come a little closer and I'll tell you what I know.” he whispered for effect more than anything else. We gathered around the desk like children around a campfire waiting to here the next ghost story told by a master story teller.
                  “Castle Reuversweerd was built in the year 1830 in the Empire style.” The old man began. “It is a mansion really, but when the baron bought it he began to call it his castle, and then Castle Reuversweerd since it is so close to the river. Castle Reuversweerd has stood along the banks of the river Weerd for over one hundred and eighty years. One might say it has stood the test of time, even though it has stood vacant and abandoned for almost seventy years it still stands stout and firm with no indication that it intends to collapse.” The old man reached into a drawer and brought a black and white photograph and laid it on the desktop. “That is the castle, at least that is how it was in 1945.”The photograph must have been taken from a boat because you could see the riverbank in front of the grounds then the lawn and garden stretching before the castle. It was a striking building in stark contrast to the pristine grounds and garden, a structure demanding one's attention.
                  “The Baron had hoped to raise horses intending to increase his family's fortune, I know this because I worked at his stables for a time when I was young. I was a strong man then and hard work was nothing new to me. He hired me on the spot, the day I applied for the job. I enjoyed the work, but when the SS came and occupied the castle things changed. The Baron and his wife were