“Fine, I got that fixed. Now, Eric, you and Dale will tour the Inn one room at a time. So, Berry, back into your chair and we’ll have you explain the ghostly inhabitants and the history of the Inn and town. Greta, you’re behind them and you just need to smile and add the cards when needed. Eric, you get to sit in the chair beside Dale. That’s perfect. Dale, how is that for filming? Zero in on Berry and Eric, as Berry explains, then we’ll switch to a closeup of the board before cutting to commercial. We’ll start up with a closeup of the board after the commercial break and then back to Berry. With that over, we’ll explain that Berry’s sidelined because of an injury and Eric has kindly offered to be a mobile investigator for Berry since he can’t. Jonesy, you’ll stay with Berry and ensure that we have a record of his words and being passed along to us. Fo
Eric moved slowly from room to room. They found very little in the poltergeist room. But so they discussed much about the doll hospital of Evergreen Grove. The team pretended to discuss whether they would investigate the Doll Hospital’s building at some point. Within the Inn, everything appeared silent most of the time until they entered the Back Sitting Room. The team moved slowly through the house using night vision cameras to lead the way, mostly. It was in this room that odd movement and a tiny figure outlined for several seconds on the camera. The excitement grew when Greta mentioned the sheer number of fairies within the local lore. That war's not just a human problem here, and the tragic effects affect both the local population of people. Settlers, Natives, Fairies, and Native Nature Spirits. The lore itself would need
The crew worked further into the night, searching the footage and audio for any clues. Those clues and evidence were everywhere. From hazy forms sitting on antique sofas in the sitting room. To orbs flitting through the upstairs corridor. Unexplained sounds and voices responding not just to the investigator’s questions, but one or two responded to each other. Something stalked the halls of this inn. Something that scared the dead. But one thing was certain, none of the voices were the voice Eric and Greta spoke to first before the team got there and it was like they spoke to people from different times, and they couldn’t communicate with each other. “Anyone else thinks something really weird is going on here? Something feels disjointed.
Berry insisted the next afternoon after everyone slept, he miraculously healed and could trek through the bush on the island and lakeshore. Eric graciously bowed out from the camera work, though Amy insisted on touching up his appearance just in case something should change. Greta and Shayla both worried about Berry and his ego. How would it take before he did or said something stupid? Shayla covered herself and the program by sending rough cuts of Eric’s performance. Her aim in this was to green light working with Eric if Berry should walk off the set. That Davey and Amy both commented in private that they’d not miss Berry if they could continue working on the program. This type of loyalty worried Greta greatly. If it started with Berry, who
The strangers who wanted to speak to her were there at the wrong time. Olivia didn’t have the strength to be present for them. She could make out little of what they said. What shocked her, though, was to discover something else responded to her. She called it something else because she didn’t recognize it as anything she’d encountered in all the years she’d existed here in the Inn. Olivia never encountered the voice on their recording. The darkness and foreboding would have chilled her to the bone if she still possessed a body. There would be no way for her to follow them to the lake. Not now, with all the energy she’d spent. The Fae within the Inn right now were extremely active as well. Something agitated them and Olivia could feel the violence in their words. She couldn’t understand them, but
Eric and Greta’s team wandered down the path through the darkness toward the mining caves. Cameras posted earlier now recorded their passing. Rusted and rotting equipment lay scattered across the ground, a tripping hazard to everyone as they made their way to the largest cave. “It’s cold, dark, and someone’s going to break a leg out here.” Their cameraman, Bill, followed them both since his camera possessed a powerful light attached to it. But even with that, it created more shadows that revealed the many tripping hazards. After all, you can’t see a hazard if it’s buried under snow. “We’ll take it slow and easy. Film the ore extracting area first, before it gets too cold out here. Then we can walk ins
Greta followed the men, and the tiny broken tracks through the mining area. The mines started as natural caves before the miners took advantage of them and dug out sections. The records Greta and Eric found pointed to this cave being on Liam’s claim. This may be the last place he’d been alive. No one could search it for them at the time because few knew exactly where the claim was exactly. I claim the jumper may have found his claim and killed him for it. That’s the logical assumption and if Greta didn’t know what the spirits at the Inn said, or the storyteller’s tales. She could accept it at face value. But knowing that information, the story was all lies, and the supernatural world killed this man for some unknown reason.
Billy arrived at his grandmother’s estate in response to her summons by him. He prayed that Jody and he hadn’t been indiscreet. The last thing he needed to deal with was his grandmother on a tirade. He couldn’t deal with that today. However, when he got to the house, a police car sat outside. Seeing the car, Billy felt relief, which was replaced by fear. Had something happened to his grandmother? Was there a robbery? He couldn’t quite grasp why the police were there so early in the morning. It must be a good thing that he didn’t see any police tape, so he strode from his car and to the front door. His grandmother’s assistant let him in and pointed him toward the front parlour. There he found her mother and two women si
With his body trembling from the cold, the slight form of Nyree slipped among the brush and tree toward the old mines. His quest to find the creature who’d done this to his humans neared its apex. One of them would return to their home realm in disgrace. They’d effectively died within this realm, but their essence would go back to what some humans called the fairy realm. Those words make it sound like sugar plums and sparkles. But it wasn’t. It’s full of darkness, pain, and bloodshed, with a thin veneer of culture and purity. It’s considered a punishment or failure to return there.“Nyree must get to the closest mine. Find their friend or foe there.” Surely, the Tommy Knockers would want their mine back from the evil Slaughter. Nyree muttered quietly to himself the whole way into the dark tunnel, thankful for the warmth once he was past the entranceway. The humans just left the mine and so he cast a small fairy light.Once he w
Gabby could feel Olivia was close. She slipped away from her nice warm spot in the bed beside Donny and made her way down to the secret room, where Olivia died all those years ago. They’d not truly spoken with each other in quite some time and Gabby missed the comforting feelings she received from her ancestor. As she laid out the things that would help Olivia to come through, Gabby felt something different in the presence that answered. The presence wasn’t that of Olivia. Well, not fully. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but the presence felt male. Her mind instantly went to the possibility that it was Ian. Had Ian come with Olivia, or was he there alone? Something felt different. Gabby wasn’t sure if it was because the spirit was different, or their conversation would be world changing. That’s how it felt for Gabby. Both excitement and dread played with the information her intuition gave her. “Hello? Who’s that? I know it’s not Olivia, the one I summ
Kelly finally dared to approach the house of one of Evergreen Grove’s original witch families. There were originally fourteen. Thirteen were part of a coven that settled here when they formed the town. The fourteenth was a lone practitioner. The Blue Moon Inn was the home of that family. This house, now the doll hospital, was the family home of the one banished witch family. Kelly had found this mentioned within the coven’s history. Hailey’s ancestor placed the curse, and the coven banished then because she would not remove the curse after she placed it. Oddly this conflicted with another section that claimed she placed the curse because she’d been kicked out of the coven. That would probably never be explained or corrected. That lone practitioner was the only one able to take on the curse. She wouldn’t share the responsibility, nor did she accept a place within the coven. She couldn’t end the cursed spell because she didn’t have control of it. What she did
So much happened over the coming months. Winter inched away, leaving Spring in its wake. The paranormal situation settled down, with much of the weaker spirits disappearing almost instantly. Kelly claimed their foothold in the land of the living wasn’t strong enough to stay and the curse was the only thing keeping them here. Spirits like Olivia and Ian, though, they were invested in the living, and they were the ones unwilling to leave. So, as the programs aired on television, the town stood poised to see how the world would react to their way of life. A town haunted and cursed in the idyllic countryside of Canada. A working modern-day ghost town. That was how the show portrayed them, with snapshots of their lives sprinkled with scenes of ghostly activity. Interviews with local artisans defending their way of life and their continued relationships with their ancestors. It pleased Gabby that the show didn’t portray them as all crazies and lunatics. Greta did
Kelly Jones, the owner of Page Turners, came armed with several bags. At first glance, she looked like she was coming to stay. But that wasn’t the case. They needed everything she brought with her for the ceremony. But she carefully stored all her equipment and supplies in what appeared to be custom storage containers.Gabby couldn’t do more than block windows and the section of the back garden from the guests as there wasn’t time to cancel bookings and she wouldn’t evict guests in the middle of their stay. They’d been warned of the haunted nature and odd happenings. This was just another odd happening. Or at least that’s how she instructed Jody to explain it. The guests didn’t need to know exactly what was happening in the back garden on a cold winter evening.Eric stomped his feet to get some warmth into them. This differed from being in the on the island. They couldn’t have any electric current close to this location at the time of the ritual for fear it might affect the results of
Greta and Eric sat, eating their dinner in companionable silence. “So, what do you have in mind to do tonight?” Greta didn’t know what Eric was planning, but if the way the Inn’s restaurant was slowly clearing out and no new patrons were replacing them, she knew he had something planned. “I was thinking we could actually spend some time together without work getting between us. At every turn, it seems to be in our faces. We chase disembodied creatures, but they are acting like a barrier between us.” They were now on dessert, and she’d missed how time had gotten away from them as they’d lingered over their meal. This must have been the first time they’d not shovelled food down in a rush to return to work. Greta was enjoying it. “Did you hire the dining room for the evening?” Greta wasn’t stupid. There were only two other tables occupied beyond theirs, and this was a time when the dining room would hop with diners. “I may have. Look, if I tried to get you to
Eric entered the dining room with several books and papers. He dropped them down at the table where Greta ate and searched the internet while she could connect to it. The struggle to get onto the internet and stay connect was a nightmare. Now, with the uptick in paranormal activity, it wasn’t just spotty internet, but batteries draining at an unnaturally fast rate, and equipment powering down at random. One machine used to make spirit voices available for them to hear, appeared to become possessed by several spirits that all needed to talk at once. None were interested in taking turn or working with the others. It forced them to shut it down and keep it turned off from then on. Which was no simple task when it would switch itself back on at random or they could say it was the will of the spirits. “I just got back from the bookshop, and she let me look at her private collection of documents on the history of ‘certain’ families in the area. Sure enough, Hailey’s family was conn
Jody put away the last of the laundry and looked around the small apartment. She couldn’t believe with everything going on that Billy insisted she move in with them. She watched Abby run past the bedroom door excitedly because her brother gave her permission to turn on cartoons for a while. This was his day off, but most of it was dealing with the horrific mess his family saddled him with. His mother would have nothing to do with the family. She’d washed her hands of it. That left Billy and Abby to pick up the mess. Between the funeral, police investigation, and the management of the estate after the fire, Jody wasn’t sure what Billy would do with it all. She didn’t feel it was right for her to speak up right now. But he was in the kitchen making dinner tonight for them. He claimed it calmed his nerves. If he hadn’t been at the Inn working when the fire happened, Jody figured they’d be suspects, because they didn’t find the cause of it during the investigation.
Eric found Greta scrolling through the internet looking for information. This was her job for the show. It was her duty to research these things. But he didn’t envy her, her job. Much of this wasn’t easy to find, and she’d be up late contacting people or searching the internet. Digging in old archives or libraries. “Have you found anything yet?” Eric came into the upstairs library and spoke to Greta. He’d just finished retesting the equipment that appeared to malfunction on them. Also, he had a message from Hailey for Greta. “No, but I’m sure whatever is bothering Eddie and Hailey, someone kept it in that cabinet. When they moved it, the seal broke and now it’s roaming about probably angry about being sealed up like that for this long. We don’t know if they have more to be angry about, either. Has Hailey decided if we can unlock that book, we found? I don’t want to open it if she’s not comfortable with it. But I truly believe it will tell us a lot about what
Liam walked the streets of Evergreen Grove with Olivia. The evening was beautiful and surprisingly busy. People walk by them, taking little to no notice of them. However, he could see they weren’t all living. Several clearly dead people walked by them. One or two even acknowledge their presence. The bookshop was still owned by a witch, who could see the dead and communicate with them. Her cat was interesting. Liam could see that it wasn’t a normal animal. It’s spirit was far too complex for a common animal. Then there was the wolf, or man. It was a creature with two forms. But it was cursed. But there in the bookshop now sat several ancestors of the witch, many attempting to have her banish the wolf-man creature. They didn’t stay long enough to communicate before they were moving on. “I feel a little so