As an eerie mist rose from the marsh where the fisherman was casting his net. The fisherman was thinking "Such a poor place to catch fish, and now this mist." He wished he had been born more fortunate. The fisherman thought "Than I would not have so many troubles."

The mist engulfed his boat with a light of it's own. "Not unusual" he thought "for the end of October." As it became dark, he lost his sense of direction. Lighting appeared so he headed for the dim outline of land in the distance. A castle, here in the middle of the marsh. He didn't remember seeing it before. "Well," he thought "any port in a storm". The huge door was ajar. He went in. The huge door close behind him. "The wind" he thought.

        The castle was old, as from a bygone day. The smell of ancient dust and death enveloped him. It was quiet, Too quiet, there was a strange chill in the air. The stone floor had a layer of dust from a hundred years.

        "Well, at least I am safe here" he thought, not quite believing him self. The fisherman thought "Now I will have to stay here until the storm lets up" lamenting his ill luck. The fisherman felt a presence, but surely there was none but him there.

        As the fisherman's eyes adjusted to the dim light of the castle, he could see the huge interior, the spiraling stair way, arching door ways. Ancient tapestries on the stone walls. Surely it it's day this was a place of joy.

        At first the fisherman was not sure he seen it. From the gray mist a form emerged.
Scared at first, the fisherman seen it take human form.
A human form with such kindness in his face that the fisherman felt no fear. A human form dressed in elegant clothing of past royalty, his face strained as if carrying a huge weight. In a gentle voice the specter spoke to the fisherman, "You are welcome to take refuge from the storm in my house".
The specter said "I know of thee, for I am from an other place, and know what is, what was and what might still be."

        The fisherman spoke, "How could you know of me, for I am but a poor fisherman, and of no importance to anyone".
"I have bad luck and have no chance of being anything else".
"Nothing will ever change for me."

        The ghost of the castle said "Friend: if thee bare with me, I shall tell thee the story of how I came to be here" "As I was a young man, born of royalty and privileges, had a beautiful and loving wife".
"But still I found no joy in life, never enjoying what I had."
"Always thinking how the world is so unfair to me."
"So I took my own life with my own hands to end it" "Now, there is no place in the afterlife for such as me." "So here it is where I must stay until I change my ways, and save one soul from damation.

There is but one day my tormented soul can walk the earth.
There is but one day my castle and home takes form on earth.
There is but one day when I relive my glory while on earth.
There is but one day when I relive my sins while on earth.
There is but one day when the dead may rise from the earth.
This is the one day I am on earth, HALLOWEEN.

        Later, as the fisherman developed many frienships. Many who knew him found that he could be counted upon to help in time of need. The fisherman was well liked, he was always happy and friendly. He enjoyed life and was good to be around.
The fisherman would often tell the story of the haunted castle, but none ever found it than or since.