The Haunted Castle Long ago, when it was common for the young apprentices on foot across the country were covered, two young men on the way through the great forest. It was beginning to dawn, and the Younger, a goldsmith's apprentice, felt quite uncomfortable.
He already regretted that he had embarked on the proposal of the elderly to have a little circle blacksmith. He had probably meant that we could still get a long way behind, before it was finally dark. Also find itself in the forest a guest house, which was described to him.
In good-natured arguing and encouragement, which should alleviate the fear of the younger fellows, they were quite well advanced. And actually saw the flash two soon light through the trees. At the sight of all the workers were the gold horror stories of goblins and wisps, but the older one pulled him forward to laughing at the bright light, which proved as an enlightened pub window.
met in the lounge which facilitated a friendly young fellow students and a gallant truck driver who greeted friendly. The hostess and the servants stayed right away and did not on the whole the impression of a friendly business, and so the four travelers were soon in conversation.
They talked about the stories that were told about the Spessart and the acting, especially of predators, which should here are on the loose. There are already some travelers never to return disappeared, said the truck driver. A guest house in the woods there was to play a highly ambiguous role.
They began to look with scrutiny in the guest room, and it began to spread a very uneasy feeling. The young goldsmith was uneasy and afraid, he still a nice set jewelry with him, he had made himself and his benefactor and patron wanted to convey. The lady had adopted him and from afar supportive and sympathetic cast as he had lost his mother. Just about this little treasure, it went to him to pay off with the jewels his thanks.
In fact, the four random acquaintances were more certain that they were caught in a trap and decided to sleep under any circumstances, so that she could not prevail against defenseless. And to keep around, they told stories.
The compass-maker was just in the middle of "Legend of the florin, when the landlady came to the table and gruff demeanor demanded that one must now go to bed, because she now wanted to rest himself.
This was an unusual suggestion in a restaurant, but the companions saw that they wanted out of the way and withdrew. When they were alone, they discussed what to do next. There was however no other choice than to wait for the windows in the chambers were found to be barred. On a flight was not to think so. So you get together again and talked with more stories. In turn each contributed something to keep the bedroom, which also proved to be excellent resources.
was suddenly alive down there in front of the house, wheels and rollers of horses was heard. Then the sweet voice of the hosts could be heard. The truck driver opened the door a crack and saw just yet, as two women disappeared in a chamber. A broad-shouldered hunter who accompanied her and was about to go down the aisles as the truck driver pulled him with quick grip in the room.
Man told the surprised by what had happened in the evening and what was expected yet. The fighters escorted his lady, a countess and their companion. By the report of the sinister plan was apparently because the ladies had one except it, so the other guests had so early out of the way should be taken. A view from the window showed that the gang of robbers open in front of the house moved and discussed with the hosts. They barricaded the room now the Countess and related items at the top of the stairs, armed with the pistols, which the hunter had with him. wanted
was thus paved the highwaymen a bad reception, when they finally take action. The matter was now equal to equal, and the robbers demanded the release of the women, in their case they wished to grant free passage to the other. As the goldsmith fell on a ruse. Although small in stature and dainty as he was, he was dressed as the Countess may well exist for some time without detection. This at least would be the lady to safety, could make up the freedmen for help. Thus, the clothes changed and the Countess could escape disguised as a boy, forcing the hunter and the boy go with the gang.
the camp of the robbers now they no hardship has been produced, one met the "lady" with the fullest respect. With a trembling hand, and with constant fear to tell the boy had written a letter to the Count, in which he asked for the payment of ransom. He did so at the behest of the hijackers, where it has been all about.
To kill time in which nothing could be done were to again and tells the stories. The kidnappers, however, had now got into trouble, since the Count and his men every path was checked and it was everywhere in search of the gang.
Finally asked the robber captain for an interview. If you wanted to use it, it would help to escape and start a new life as a soldier or mercenary. That said, the "Countess" , and under the leadership of the robber she fled from the camp. Soon they met the men of the count, they brought to the castle. This met all happy again and told each other about the events.
The young goldsmith told of his mission and showed his treasure that he wanted to convey. At the sight of mounted stones did the Countess a surprised exclamation - but it was their own, which she had given her maid. And that was none other than the mother of the apprentices who passed now its patron the jewelry could. So everything added to the good. Even for the bandit chief, which his behavior was highly charged and are in Italy, built a new life as an honorable soldier.
The Fellowship is not lost sight of the bold compass-maker was established after his travels in the same place as the young hero of the story.
And if you sit comfortably together and remembered the old times when one or the other said that ghosts and ghost stories were sometimes well save lives and certainly no time to waste. 
Retold Ilona Elisabeth Schwartz http://www.pressenet.info/
© Text Courtesy of Friedrich Grains. The artist and actor Friedrich grains, born in 1943, is a retired teacher and lives in Palatine Pirmasens. 
