Keeper Of The Castle: A Haunted Home Renovation Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
McCall sat hunched over. Unmoving, silent—just staring. Standing perfectly still, I listened for sounds of breathing but heard only the harsh rasp of my own accelerated panting. My breath hung in the air in foggy puffs. The temperature had plummeted. And then I heard a woman crying. Weeping. Sobbing as though her heart were breaking. An overwhelming sadness washed over me. I took another deep breath, clasped the ring at my neck, and walked in the direction of the sobs. Passing through a carved vestibule, I emerged into a round room, reminiscent of a turret but only a single story tall. It was made of golden stones that retained bits and pieces of colored plaster and stood out from the dark gray of the rest of the building. To one side was a huge stack of bags of mortar, and on the floor were several mixing troughs, trowels, and knives. Dog cowered against the far wall. A body lay on the ground. Three-piece suit, white shirt, shiny black shoes. I could see from where I stood that Larry McCall’s head had been crushed by a sixty-pound bag of mortar, and blood was pooling on the stone floor.
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