The morning started early, with Larin banging on doors to wake everyone. “It’s barely sunrise.”
“The Fear Mongers will have retreated to the darkest and quietest corners of the estate. Now is the time to use the wards to lock them in. The sooner we find the grimoire, the faster we can set everything to rights. Now go get into something you won’t mind soiling, and we’ll have breakfast before we start.”
Larin gave her a chipper grin to encourage her to go along with his plans. “Fine, but we’ll need to figure out all the places. I need caffeine to jump-start my brain. All I can think of is the attic, basement, and other outbuildings. Why would they protect this building and not the main house? Oh, loo
The group decided they’d head into a more overgrown area of the garden. Becky feared if Larin turned into a bear near the servants’ cottage, their luck would have a delivery driver or police officer show up just in time to see a bear wandering around. “Do you believe this is a safe spot?” Larin suspected Becky suffered from nerves, but if Gemma insisted on humoring her, then he would too. “I believe so. Does it hurt?” Becky blurted out in her intrigue over this revelation. “It’s like the pain of moving from one position to another after a long time. Your body remembers it, but there’s still an ache.” Larin’s ey
Larin hated this. He should have made her go with Becky, and Evan should be here. His instinct wanted to protect her. Even in daylight, Fear Mongers could influence people with attacks on the mind. They entered the main hour from the front doors. With the main doors left open, Gemma followed Larin up the main stairs. “There are two sets of stairs leading from this floor down. The main stairs and the servants’ stairs. The attic stair is to the left at the far end. The servants’ stairs are to the right again at the far end. The servants’ stairs lead to the butler’s pantry and the stairs to the basement are there.” “We’ll start by sealing the widow’s walk first, then the attic. We will keep the lights
Evan and Becky arrived at the library with time to wait before it opened. They found a coffee shop and sat down with drinks to wait. “What do you think we’ll find in this research trip?” “I’ve been thinking about that and the main flags I’m looking for are patterns in the deaths, methods, times, and any evidence of the occult. If it’s found only within a certain time period then I’ll assume it’s mass hysteria and not real. If it does appear through the whole time, we will need that missing book desperately. The other thing we’re looking for is any reference to the missing book and where it might be hidden. I’m also far too nosy to ignore the fact that there’s at least one juicy story. The records from Mr. Winters are very extensive but lack the details about the people. I don’t see a reason for the reason the Butlers f
Larin returned to placing wards about the house while Gemma struggled with what happened. She’d felt the effects of these things. The Fear Mongers didn’t need to be seen by you to affect you. They worked remotely. But did Larin need to kiss her? Couldn’t he just pull her away? How could she interpret this? No way would she talk about it. If they talked about it, the embarrassment of enjoying it far too much would become part of the conversation and the timing. The timing was not good. It felt completely like the wrong time. Also, he wasn’t human. How would that work? Did it work? “Alright, I’m leaving the great stairs until last. I’d rather push one or two out the front door than have one running loose in the main building. Basements and attics are one thing. The grand living room is anoth
Becky and Evan loaded several reams of photocopies into her messenger bag. Evan carried her bag while she carried her laptop that no longer fit into the bag and her purse. She desperately wanted another coffee, but neither of them wanted to return to the coffee shop and encounter that server again. “Let’s get back to the car and get back home. I’ve not got a good feeling about here and I want no more run-ins as we had at the coffee shop.” Becky walked out of the library behind Evan. In time to see a local police officer place a ticket in his car. “Wait, Evan. Don’t engage him. That’s small-town politics for you. Nope, we’ll hang back, let him leave. Gather evidence and then figure out something. If we need to, we
“The mysteries don’t end, do they? Another one we need to figure out. So, exactly why do we need to seal a sealed, hidden door?” “Because we don’t know if it’s sealed. Also, if there’s a room hidden somewhere within that house. Maybe it’s marked on there but hidden with the writing. Did you ever count the windows on that and then the windows on the outside of the house itself? I know we never went room to room doing the math on the size of the rooms compared to the house itself.” Evan flinched at the thought of the math involved in that prospect. “No, I never did the math on the rooms’ size. I don’t now know if I could have done it back then. As for wanting to do it. Not then and not
“So,what was this poem your Aunt Esmeused to tell you?”“It wasn’t really a poem.What she told me didn’trhyme honestly.The whole thingwas morethan aseries of vague directions.Imean,like hints in acrossword puzzle or a treasure hunt.”Evansaid. “Gemma hated anything like that.She always preferred things and people that didn’t make her search for the answers. Isuspectshe would get bored too easily, andthat annoyed hermore.”“Yeah,I know if I wanted to annoyherin scho
Larin followed Gemma into the main house. He still felt like an incomplete state of the wards, and it felt like a trigger for his protective instincts. He throttled back a warning growl. He knew he would scare the others. They didn’t truly understand how different his existence was from theirs. He carried the blasted map again. Larin wasn’t sure what Gemma said about it. Beyond, there might be a way to see the full map without a spell. That her Aunt Esme set up the dining room to light the room black to reveal a secret image. It made little sense to him, but they’d show her how. “We’re here. Where are you?” Evan and Becky exited the dining room in response to Gemma’s words.&
Exhausted as they were, the packing didn’t start until the next morning and lasted several days. The reason for this was it took longer to come up with wills and letters tying up loose ends with people and businesses. They would not send many until it became apparent that they would not be returning. Evan’s name needed to be transferred to other things so that he could maintain things for himself. During that time, Evan’s wife contacted him through a lawyer insisting on proceeding with a divorce. He informed her lawyer that he’d have his legal representation contact him soon. That he would like to proceed with removing her from his life and his legal representation would handle the negotiations from then on. Evan didn’t need her coming back into his life and making a mess of it. She’d never understood how his life changed in the m
With the main house cleaned up, the group moved off to the crypt to clean up the evidence of the battle there. Hugo pointed out that it didn’t matter because if the restoration experts got far, they would find the other inconsistencies. Which would cause even more awkward questions. Larin agreed, and he offered the option of removing the containers that housed other things that they wouldn’t want to be freed. The idea, they would toss the containers into the portal without a destination. Effectively abandoning them to the abyss between portals. So instead of removing corpses and gore. The group scoured the crypt’s many spaces for the odd little containers. While doing this Angelica discovered a sealed niche that unlike others with their
“Are you ready for what comes next?” Larin asked from where he sat on a low wall watching the fire. His arms and ankles crossed. Gemma moved to sit beside Larin and watched him for a time before she turned to look at the fire. “If what I’ve seen in the last few days is real, do I have much choice?” “There’s always a choice, but the consequences will always follow. It’s the consequences you need to think about if you haven’t decided.” “It’s not that I’m not choosing to go. I’m worried about what happens on the other side. My aunt and others never came back, and I don’t know why. Did they
It was nearly dark by the time the men hauled the corpses from the different spaces. With them now deep in the back by the smokehouse. They dealt with them. With the number of corpses, they decided it would be better to make it appear like a brush fire accident. If the fire department somehow discovered this fire, it would appear like a brush fire rather than a deliberate one. The corpses of Fear Mongers were vague and burned quickly. But, since the estate was so far off the beaten track, the chances of the fire being noticed weren’t very high. The women stayed behind and worked on cleaning up the attic. It is the most easily found location made it the priority. Then they’d deal with the tunnel in the basement. They still debated whether the crypt needed to be cleaned at all. After all, there were corpses down there. Who
Larin and Hugo pulled several weapons from their hiding places that they thought the others could handle after a brief training session. The technique could come later, but survival was more important. With the weapons hauled out, Hugo took it upon himself to use the lab as space to clean and maintain the weapons. The others filed out to do the last thing on their list. With fresh eyes, they went in search of the images from the ceilings. What secrets lay above everyone’s heads? They figured out the ceilings in question were the sitting room, study/library, and dining room. Each room depicted a battle of sorts. The study’s displayed the fleeing of many creatures,
After several minutes passed, the glow faded, and Angelica looked up. “You’re in luck. Whoever wrote this journal didn’t use magic on it? Which means you are one lucky guy. Your backside is in the clear.” Evan noticeably sighed with his relief, then rushed over to open the book. “Oh, great, it’s not in English. Actually, I’m not sure what it’s in.” Becky moved over to look at the chicken scratches on the pages. “Looks like code or shorthand. Not surprising. Many scientists choose to do that or dictate voice recordings to make notes. It’s faster.” “Lovely more research and translation. Just what we n
Gemma watched Larin step into the soft glow coming from inside the staircase. He soon disappeared down as the circular staircase turned around on itself. Hugo followed Larin. The small width of the staircase cramped the men and Gemma assumed the two could not fight in such short quarters. A moment later, Larin’s voice rang out from somewhere below. “It’s all clear. They warded this place up tighter than any place I know. Everyone can come down, but be careful and don’t wander or touch anything. We don’t know whether they warded anything with a curse or trap of some sort.” “Well, that’s a comforting thought. Don’t touch it or it might explode in your hand or kill you.” it did not impress as much Becky as Gemma thought she would be.
Finally, the small group began their search. Clearly, the entrance was not as easy to discover as the one in the basement. Gemma thought perhaps there was no secret room. They spent a lot more time searching for the entrance, to no avail. No one discovered anything out of place. The walls appeared solid. There were no odd cracks between the stones that might outline a door. Fancy trim, creatively hidden as a wood panel no wooden door. “Okay, this is ridiculous. The door isn’t here. We’ve looked everywhere for all entrances.” Evan sat down on a trunk. “We know there’s a room right there. The measurements of this room prove that.” Becky stated the fact, which was obvious to everyone. “I agree we’ve chec
Gemma and Evan paced the basement floor while trying to listen for sounds from the tunnel. The two men only left them minutes before this for a destination that no one knew how far it was. Gemma’s only consolation currently was she heard no sounds of falling or fighting. “We need to know where that goes and where those things went.” Becky shook her hands as the tension got to her. “Why am I waiting for the other shoe to drop?” “Because at every turn, so far the other shoe has dropped. I’m hoping that we’ll run out of shoes.” Gemma responded to her friend’s comment dryly. “I just want some good news. How are we to get these things done with all this looming over our heads? It’s not like we can tell the restoration people they can’t work right now because we