Mythral The Mystic – Digging deep into the occult

I want to take you all back with me when I was 12. This was many years ago as you can imagine. I was staying with my grandparents and this particular summer, they decided to take me out to a castle. It belonged to an old countess and she rented out rooms in a part of the castle, as a hotel.

This was a really enchanting place for a young kid like I was back then. The old medieval castle with all the old paintings and artefacts. You can imagine the story built into those walls… Wars, power struggle, murders and schemes being plotted.. I wonder how many, who had to give their lives throughout the years, in that mystic castle..

Well, the day we arrived it had started to blow up and I saw a storm was coming closer. Normally when there is a storm here we have nothing to fear but this time the power of the wind was enormous. We were told to stay below the castle to be safe. Thinking back on it now, it seemed silly, as the castle was built of stone. I bet the walls could have withheld that storm easily.. Anyway, the old Countess took us down to the secret rooms under the castle. This was really, scary very cold and dusty down there. The only light was our small torches.

My grandparents decided to let me sleep alone in my own room, as I was a “big boy”. I didn’t feel that big that night. It was the most horrifying night I had experienced..

Around midnight I heard noises. I stepped up and reached the door to look into the hallway but something grabbed a hold of my ankle and I fell. It was as if something from under the bed had leaped out to grab me… I didn’t see anything but in fear I ran out to the hallway and was met by a man dressed in, what seemed to be very old, a military uniform. I didn’t stop, I just ran as fast as I could into my grandparents room.

They asked what had happened and I had a hard time explaining. They believed I had nightmares but what I saw, felt and heard that night was not a dream. It was real. That night I slept in my grandparents bed.

The next day I discovered the same man I saw last night in the hallway, in one of the paintings. He had been dead for 400 years…

Well I was not sleeping alone for almost an year and it took me 20 years until my next visit to a castle. Have you ever experienced something like this?

//Bruce