We entered the bottom and I turned on the flashlight. This time we didn't go to the small living room to debate, but we stayed in the guest room. I sat down in a chair, and Amata didn't hesitate at all and sat on my feet. It was very clear to me that it would be the last night with Amata. I felt he was leaving soon without words. I still had a lot of questions in my head, but somehow I couldn't say them. We sat in an embrace and she rested her head on my forehead. Her big black hat also covered my head. We merged as if into one being. Without a single word and without further explanation, we both knew what was coming. I knew I would remember that moment for the rest of my life. To have a ghost in your arms in the form of a beautiful young countess, you really don't experience it every day. I won't be able to tell my grandchildren one day. They would think that I had completely lost my sanity. Occasionally I stroked Amat's back, where she was tied with the white lace-up she wore in her day. I was mesmerized by the staples, and I could no longer perceive the cold emanating from her. Nemo, we sat in an embrace and the time was coming, which must have come as the day and night alternated. Nothing, really nothing lasts forever. Not even Amatta's centuries-old wandering around mansions and castles. My midnight count, always coming only after midnight. In the morning, as it began to dawn, the birds began to scream. I sensed them, but they didn't take me completely out of the dream. I slept alone in a chair and was not woken by the caretaker Diana when she arrived.
"Branko, go to bed. Technicians will be here in a moment and working on an outdoor CCTV system."
I didn't object and I struggled to stand up. I was completely broken from that inappropriate position in the chair. I went to my room, opened the window, and lay down. I wanted to sleep by the open window because I knew that no traffic from outside would wake me up. It seemed to me as I fell into the gloom of my sleep that my white companion Darsa was sitting on the window, but I did not pay attention to her. In the dream, I saw Amat leaning over me and, with a smile, showed me a sign with his fingers. She put the sign on her chest and left the room with a smile. As usual, an intolerant bird screamed outside the window and woke me. Well, I didn't open my eyes. I just lay there and projected in my head the dream in which Amata appeared to me and showed me a strange sign. At the time, I had no idea what that might mean. I tried to get up, but it took me a long time to sit down and get in order. It was shortly after four in the afternoon. As always, I had a polystyrene packed lunch and a message from Diana on the table. "The director tells you that when you get up, you should call him on his private cell phone, because he certainly won't be in his office by that hour." I picked up my cell phone and entered his number. After a moment of ringing, Director Richard picked up his cell phone.
"Hello ... Headmaster, are you there?" A tired voice came over the phone.
"Hello, Branko. Yes, I hear you. I just want to ask you how you are and if you need anything from me. Today I started mounting cameras on the outside of the castle. So you're a little busy there."
I was glad it wasn't something worse or bigger, just these petty worries.
"Well, I'm not going to sleep in the mansion today. The case of the appearance of a strange creature here in the mansion is over. Now I'll just process the mail, write the message in the archive and let you know when I'm leaving. You can rest easy and the staff can return for night shifts. I guarantee you that the ghost will never show up in this mansion again. He is gone. Only that a completely different one reappears, but I completely rule out this possibility."
The director was pleased and we agreed that I would go to the office the next day and describe at least roughly the course of solving the mystery. It didn't take as long as we both expected, and the renovation work in the manor house can start in full swing and without any obstacles. It is possible that everything will be completed within a predetermined date of completion and approval of the entire building. In the front part, the technicians also brought the original coffee machine, and since I haven't had a chance to make coffee yet, I went to ask them for coffee. They were helpful and we talked a little bit about their work and then a little bit about mine. They didn't really believe that something like this could happen in the manor. It depends on the nature of man. The head of the company wanted to see what it looked like in the manor, so we walked around the manor a bit. He compared everything with the manor house in Humenné City. It is a manor house from the same period as this one, only it is much larger. Than we returned to the front. I tossed an empty artificial cup into the trash and returned to my room. I sat down at the table and placed my cell phone in front of me. I opened my e-mail box and immediately struck an e-mail from Veronika. It was called: The Way Home. I settled in my chair and immediately opened the e-mail. Here is his complete transcript.