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gasp loudly, grasping Bryson ’ s attention as he had definitely
found something, and they rushed in after him.
    When they reached the kitchen it was
virtually in darkness and Bryson turned his head about to search in
every direction and to where he saw gusts of snow blowing
rhythmical against a window, and through the window he saw the
haunting dark shapes of the trees of the wood shifting in the wind,
almost hidden in the dark about the castle.
    The brightness beamed down from the kitchen
lights lighting everything about them, when someone finally turned
them on, and they entered further and glared over at an area of the
floor, to their side, where Mitchell was kneeling next to a dead
body.
     

Chapter 15
     
    Mind-Bending
Dreams
     
    Lights flew
around everywhere like electric forms of insects stopping Bryson
from seeing anything else in his surreal dream, with him mildly
viewing it while he happily slept, floating freely.
    Deep in dark
regions he caught sight of things shifting about with no form to
what they were or doing, like energy floating wildly around in a
void surrounding him, and to his fascination he heard sounds of
thoughts like whispers from out in hidden places or invisible
zones, and they taunted him.
    Energies of
the universe shone and moved, which normally would have been
invisible, and he saw mist formations that were really energy
formations and he realized that he was seeing something as it
really was, which was powerful and intelligent, which never really
made sense when thought about, but which did as a fantasy.
    It resembled
floating in a cold dark cloudless night sky with no ground below,
under a bright moon, and a lunar colored radiance emerged
everywhere.
    Golden places
appeared around the strange energy lights that twinkled brighter
through thick areas of the energy mist and a bright light appeared
deep in the mist, and he realized the depth of it was really
immense and that he was further off than he thought. It was
tremendous and like looking into the depths of deep space.
    He felt the
presence of something mysterious and alive, which existed all
around him and which he could not account for, and again he looked
out at the lights and wondered what it all was, and studied it.
Even though he never recognized anything it had a familiar look,
which he determinedly tried to grasp.
    He was
suddenly awakened by a loud knock that rattled his room door up and
down and he saw by the morning light that it was later than he had
intended to sleep and he rolled sideways and checked his clock and
realized that it was even later.
    He
automatically listened to the voice of Mortimer asking him where he
was, and he told him he was getting dressed.
    Even though it
was winter and the border of window was shrouded with vines and
other vegetation it was bright with the sun and light blue sky and
the snow covering the entire landscape, and he quickly put on his
clothes and opened the door and saw Merton and Mitchell, who both
studied him curiously.
    “ You
wanted us to contact you if anything happened,” Merton stated,
excitedly. “Well, something has! You’d better get down to the
lounge if you do not want to miss the action!”
    “ What
action?” he answered, shifting out of the door and studying the
corridor, watching some of the new scientists that they had brought
in, who were checking areas of the corridor.
    “ One of
our men just found a few faint footprints of the killer at another
window further along from the kitchen!”
    “ Is that
everything ...?” Bryson asked firmly. “And your theories
are?”
    “ He
killed one of my men – who must have discovered him doing something
... And he got out the door, escaped into the wood ... And must
have returned later ...”
    “ He
wouldn’t have dared go deep into the wood!”
    “ And we
should have predicted his movements ...”
    “ You
found the remains of his footprints after the heavy snow fall, with
the prints at the window that he entered, where