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Authors: Edward Lee
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right off my
bluffs where he landed. And since he had the equivalent of many
millions of dollars in gold bricks, the first thing he needed was a
home. So he paid the local villagers to build the lodge. According
to the legend, the lodge was built over a hundred years ago for the
price of one single gold brick that weighed over twenty
pounds.”
“ That’s a lot of gold,”
Jimmy said, munching more popcorn.
“ It certainly is,” Aunt
Carolyn responded. “Today, a standard gold brick is worth almost
$200,000. And it was worth a lot more back in those
days.”
Kevin’s mind reeled; he was
fascinated, but his fascination had nothing to do with the amount
of money it cost to build the lodge. What fascinated him was
this: This is Count Volkov’s house, he thought. I’m sitting
in The Count’s house right this minute!
“ About twenty years ago,”
Aunt Carolyn went on, “I found out that the lodge was for sale. It
had been vacant for years and years, and it was in very bad
condition at the time. So I was able to buy it for a small amount
of money, then I had it refurbished, and opened it up to campers
and fishermen.”
“ If it was vacant for all
those years,” Jimmy asked, grabbing yet another fistful of popcorn,
“how come nobody else bought it?”
“ No one wanted it,” Aunt
Carolyn told him.
“ But it’s a great place,”
Kevin said. “How come no one wanted to buy it?”
“ Well, because of it’s
history. Who would want to buy a lodge that was once owned by a man
rumored to be a vampire? The lodge was considered bad luck, like a
haunted house, so it sat for all those years without any buyers.
Fortunately, I was able to fix it up pretty well, and until very
recently, the lodge and the surrounding fishing dells and
campgrounds attracted quite a lot of people.”
Kevin’s astonishment held him fast
into his seat. There was still one more question burning in his
mind…
“ What is it, Kevin?” Aunt
Carolyn asked. “You look like you have another question. Am I
right?”
“ Well, uh, yes, Aunt
Carolyn,” Kevin admitted. “I do have another question.”
Aunt Carolyn smiled again, as though
she already knew what Kevin wanted to ask. “Go ahead.”
“ Well, uh, whatever
happened to Count Volkov?”
“ Nobody knows,” Aunt
Carolyn said. “He disappeared, was never seen again. But of course,
there are rumors
about what actually happened.”
“ What are they?” Kevin
asked, still brimming with excitement. “What are the
rumors?”
Aunt Carolyn relaxed back in her
armchair. “The rumors are that the townspeople eventually found out
that Count Volkov was a vampire, just like the people back in his
kingdom had, and one day, when The Count was asleep in his coffin,
they all banded together and overpowered Count Volkov’s servants.
Then, still in the safety of daylight, they chained The Count’s
coffin up… and buried it.”
“ Where?” Kevin
asked.
“ They buried it somewhere
on the grounds, Kevin, but no one knows exactly where. And they
never told anyone else where The Count’s grave was, so nobody could
dig him up and unleash him again.”
“ Wow,” Jimmy said, digging
out the last kernels of popcorn out of the bowl. “But what about
all that gold?” Jimmy asked. He looked dejectedly down at the empty
bowl of popcorn. “What happened to all those millions of
dollars?”
“ Nobody knows that either,
Jimmy,” Aunt Carolyn said. “The way the rumor goes is that The
Count had it buried somewhere on his own, and he wrote down the
location of where it was buried in his secret diary. But no one
ever found out where the diary was because The Count never told
anyone. All that money is probably buried somewhere on the property
too, just like The Count’s coffin, but with all these hundreds of
acres of forest, it’s not likely that it will ever be
found.”
Okay, Kevin thought, that crate of gold
bricks is buried somewhere around here. This part he easily understood: buried
bluffs where he landed. And since he had the equivalent of many
millions of dollars in gold bricks, the first thing he needed was a
home. So he paid the local villagers to build the lodge. According
to the legend, the lodge was built over a hundred years ago for the
price of one single gold brick that weighed over twenty
pounds.”
“ That’s a lot of gold,”
Jimmy said, munching more popcorn.
“ It certainly is,” Aunt
Carolyn responded. “Today, a standard gold brick is worth almost
$200,000. And it was worth a lot more back in those
days.”
Kevin’s mind reeled; he was
fascinated, but his fascination had nothing to do with the amount
of money it cost to build the lodge. What fascinated him was
this: This is Count Volkov’s house, he thought. I’m sitting
in The Count’s house right this minute!
“ About twenty years ago,”
Aunt Carolyn went on, “I found out that the lodge was for sale. It
had been vacant for years and years, and it was in very bad
condition at the time. So I was able to buy it for a small amount
of money, then I had it refurbished, and opened it up to campers
and fishermen.”
“ If it was vacant for all
those years,” Jimmy asked, grabbing yet another fistful of popcorn,
“how come nobody else bought it?”
“ No one wanted it,” Aunt
Carolyn told him.
“ But it’s a great place,”
Kevin said. “How come no one wanted to buy it?”
“ Well, because of it’s
history. Who would want to buy a lodge that was once owned by a man
rumored to be a vampire? The lodge was considered bad luck, like a
haunted house, so it sat for all those years without any buyers.
Fortunately, I was able to fix it up pretty well, and until very
recently, the lodge and the surrounding fishing dells and
campgrounds attracted quite a lot of people.”
Kevin’s astonishment held him fast
into his seat. There was still one more question burning in his
mind…
“ What is it, Kevin?” Aunt
Carolyn asked. “You look like you have another question. Am I
right?”
“ Well, uh, yes, Aunt
Carolyn,” Kevin admitted. “I do have another question.”
Aunt Carolyn smiled again, as though
she already knew what Kevin wanted to ask. “Go ahead.”
“ Well, uh, whatever
happened to Count Volkov?”
“ Nobody knows,” Aunt
Carolyn said. “He disappeared, was never seen again. But of course,
there are rumors
about what actually happened.”
“ What are they?” Kevin
asked, still brimming with excitement. “What are the
rumors?”
Aunt Carolyn relaxed back in her
armchair. “The rumors are that the townspeople eventually found out
that Count Volkov was a vampire, just like the people back in his
kingdom had, and one day, when The Count was asleep in his coffin,
they all banded together and overpowered Count Volkov’s servants.
Then, still in the safety of daylight, they chained The Count’s
coffin up… and buried it.”
“ Where?” Kevin
asked.
“ They buried it somewhere
on the grounds, Kevin, but no one knows exactly where. And they
never told anyone else where The Count’s grave was, so nobody could
dig him up and unleash him again.”
“ Wow,” Jimmy said, digging
out the last kernels of popcorn out of the bowl. “But what about
all that gold?” Jimmy asked. He looked dejectedly down at the empty
bowl of popcorn. “What happened to all those millions of
dollars?”
“ Nobody knows that either,
Jimmy,” Aunt Carolyn said. “The way the rumor goes is that The
Count had it buried somewhere on his own, and he wrote down the
location of where it was buried in his secret diary. But no one
ever found out where the diary was because The Count never told
anyone. All that money is probably buried somewhere on the property
too, just like The Count’s coffin, but with all these hundreds of
acres of forest, it’s not likely that it will ever be
found.”
Okay, Kevin thought, that crate of gold
bricks is buried somewhere around here. This part he easily understood: buried
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