Here it is the story or better, one story about the Tuscanian castle named: "La Badiola", that it means "the tiny house"... (Unusual for a castle).
Involved in this story, we have "C" and "F" (the same old friends of our previous story...).
It is a summer of a non better precised time (presuming it was night around 11 or 12), and our "friends" after hours of driving, exausted, arrived in Tuscany at the family castle. F's father was the Count we mentioned earlier...
Right now, the castle is a ruin and became Government's property due to the lacking of manteinance, but 10 years ago it was still usable... Sure they rarely went there, so beside the dust piling inside the castle, the forest around it grew freely and wild.
In the back of the (I'll call it a house from now) house, there was a deconsecrated church with next to it a friars' cemetery.
F, told me personally: "When we were walking back to the house in the park, we definitely heard something moving around us... It was probably an animal, but when you hear a noise, even far from you, you get scared!".
He also told me to have seen the face of someone (an old man with a grey beard) in one of the window, but no-one was inside...
Monday, November 23, 2009
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