I borrowed a lemon from Mr. Yogesh, and I went to my room. I carried the Prayer Beads, and the tiny box of Holy Vermillion with me. I walked towards the towers, to unearth the secrets at the towers. There was a narrow lane adjoining the main road, and I went through the lane. As I walked among the woods, I felt that a feeling of gloom reigning on me, I felt like someone is watching over me or following me, it felt like the place is turning against me, however, I didn't submit to trepidation, and moved ahead. The sun was lighting my way, and as I looked at the watch, it was ticking at 16:00 hours.
I reached the familiar gate, the white grilled gate, I glared at the castle, and the towers on each side of the castle, it seemed like the arms of the castle. There was nothing peculiar about the castle at first, however, the towers seemed to be horrible, as I gazed at the brunette towers, the feeling of horror aroused in me.
The fog began invading the lawn, and as the fog faded gradually, I saw grained vision of people. I saw people dressed in tribal clothes, they were dancing around the bonfire, raising their arms in the air, and they were conducting sacrifices, I saw a woman emerging from the bonfire, and the woman was the same, whom I dreamt of. After a while, the vision faded, and everything was normal. I tucked my hands inside the shirts pocket, fetching the tiny box of Holy Vermillion and the lemon. I emptied the Holy Vermillion and smeared it on the lemon making it ruddy. I rolled the lemon between the grilled gates. The lemon rolled, and stopped in the lawn, I tucked the Prayer Beads from the neck, and stated chanting the Holy Hymns. With every turn of the Beads, I glared at the ruddy lemon, it was slightly motioning, as if it were tapped by some unknown. I heard the dirge, and later, I heard faint music coming randomly from bagpipes, drums, tom-toms, trumpets, clarinets, Tabors, harps, tambourine, trombone, banjo, cello and xylophone.
The music seemed to flit from one end to another, overhead, I was confirmed that this place is totally infested by obnoxious beings. I glared at the lemon turning black like a charcoal, and blood began to ooze from the lemon. The lemon turned into pulp, I realised the presence of obnoxious beings present here, I swung back to the hotel, and I explained everything to Satish, however, I assured him of help.
