Standing, he took Greta’s bag from her and set it under the window out of the way. “Greta Johansson. I would like to introduce you to Ms. Fitz Stephan. She’s the matriarch of one of the founding families here in Evergreen Grove. They run the lumbermill among other businesses in the region.”
Greta smiled and made all the greetings before Ms. Fitz Stephan directed her to sit at the table. Ms. Fitz Stephan directed the server to refresh the cups and bring Greta one, too.
“I hear you work with the television programme that will film here soon.”
“Yes, I’m the location scout and initial researcher for the series. We’ve actually started filming today.”
“You’re not there now?”
“Oh, I work behind the scenes and they are shooting the introduction for the programs today. I’m more of the consultant when they tell the stories. I’m the person who researches the facts.
Greta made her escape. She’d made a mistake leaving the situation in the old woman’s hands. Eric kept talking to her for a time. Berry was coming towards her, limping. Good grief, how badly did the shoot gone? “Berry, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” If he’s laid up for even a short time, it would kill their schedule. “That’s the last time I ski. Who would have believed it’s so hard? Everyone makes it seem so easy.” Berry pouted and grimaced at the end of his response. “Berry, did someone look at your foot? You better get off it.” Gret
After dinner, the crew wandered about the main floor getting the feel of the old Inn. From servants’ quarters in the attic, kitchen, dining, two sitting rooms, lobby, office, and sunroom on the first floor. Various guest rooms and library on the second floor. The inn was large for the time they’d built it. But compared to the inns and hotels of the modern era, it was tiny. They filmed the owner giving the crew a tour of the Inn. It felt like they’d used every room for various purposes over the decades. One sitting room was only used important people. So they would not encounter the riffraff of the 1800s. The early 1900s changed it to a private dining room. Used for private meetings that the public would not have approved of. Their dining room was the common area and more a tavern than restaurant. The employees&rsqu
It didn’t take Eric long for Amy to fix him up. The spirit box was out on the table, waiting for the cameras to roll and for him to turn it on. Shayla and Greta had briefed him on what to ask once the cameras were on, and not to expect anything right away. Most time it would take a long time before something came in.“Okay, I believe we’re ready. Tell me when to start.”Shayla gave a brief introduction to Eric. How he was subbing in for Berry who had a mild injury from earlier work and would be back later in the episode. She proudly announced that he was now a member of the team and helped by developing new equipment the viewers
Theinterviewwent on. TheShaman filled them in on stories. The subjectwasthe nature spiritswhoprotected the land and the native people. Some creatures were mischievous, and others malicious.He described theunique spirit creatures.Greta could see similarities tothe fairy creatures of Europeanfolklore. A war between human societies reflected within the local fairy tales made sense.Unexplained happenings made sense to blame them on fairies rather than blame someone and continue their war.They didn’t have people or science to investigate these happenings.Everyone needed and deservedpeace of mind, didn’t they?Being cautiousmeant survival and reminders would mean lives saved.
Billy finished in the kitchen. The lunch rush was over, and dinner as well in hand. His sister’s daycare will drop her off in front of the Blue Moon for him. He’s happy he’d found a spot for her nearby for winter. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her with their grandmother. She’s not a child-friendly person and his sister was not an adult-friendly person. Their grandmothervisited the Inn today andthe ghost hunting crew kept herbusy.Thismeant he’d not needed to field her away fromJody.Billy wondered what she did to avoid his grandmother while he’s gone from town.Abagail would be here soo
Nyree hated this whole situation. He wanted to have fun with the little water nymph, Belline. How could he do that? His was world falling apart around him faster than he could patch it up. How was he to find Ovar? Sluagh were shady creatures no one dared to deal with. Nyree was sure he’d never owe the damnable Sluagh a favour to stop this. They always twisted their words against the other in dealings with favours. No, Nyree must fix this with a more final ending. Sluagh were shady, grey things that crept in the shadows. They’re not known for their honour. No, they were honourless dogs.Nyree was unsure where a Sluagh would live. This land was so different. Their favoured places to lurk were places Nyree avoided. Sluagh despised intruders. They liked abandoned buildings, tunnels, and other lon
Evening fell, and Berry’s ankle was old news for him. He hobbled into the small library. He sat down and would not move. The crews relieved, as space was at a premium for them. Dale took videos and pictures of the library. It would add to the character of the segment. With a wall of pictures, shelves of books on local history, and a well-appointed interior. This proved it would create the drama the background history would need. Shayla insisted on lighting the fire to have it and Berry in the shot. Greta and Eric were there. She laid out the order in which Berry would reveal the evidence and lore they found. &n
“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
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