Gabby half-heartedly looked through baby furniture on a website. She felt the need to nest, but she didn’t have a clue what she needed versus what the manufacturers made you want. Her frustration now began clouding other parts of her life. Looking about her office, she couldn’t come to get the energy to take down the holiday decorations herself this year. Because it meant that time continued to move forward toward her untimely death. Donny felt her anxiety and sadness too. Though they didn’t speak of it. She wondered if he thought if he avoided the subject, it wouldn’t be real.
The ghost hunting guests called her early this morning to tell her that their filming must wrap up early on the island and they’d return around noon to the inn with news for her. Everything appeared quiet, but in that quiet, she
Olivia felt the change in the ether. It was like a wind shifted and energy filled the very air around her, like a door opening and a crowd of people entering a quiet room. She’d not felt like this for so long. She felt giddy in response. Something must have happened. She felt drawn to the barren shore with its snow and ice still heavy. Ruminants of the ice sculptures dotted the park about the shore. But there on the icy shore in the sunlight’s glare. Police officers with sleds pulled behind them brought something from the island. Olivia couldn’t see what it was, not at first. But in the glare, unseen by the living, hazy images of people trailed after the police. Olivia felt her joy bubble over at the sight of the missing spirits, weak t
Eddie and Hailey went to the attic to work on the fairy home chest after work. When they got into the workroom, they found the workspace in complete disarray. Doll furniture and house parts lay scattered about the room. A few of the more fragile pieces appeared, cracked or broken. “Eddie, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened here. I don’t have pets for this reason. I promise you, I didn’t do this.” Hailey looked about the room and picked up a miniature Victorian sofa with its broken leg. She’d fallen in love with the little thing and now harboured the wish to have a full-sized version one day. “I know you didn’t. This isn’t about us. I think it’s between the spirits and the fae. There&rsq
Nyree watched the Tommy Knockers literally come out of the woodwork. He couldn’t believe how many there were. Each grizzled face set with a determination gave Nyree the confidence boost it needed to believe this might work. Each carried a small hammer or pickaxe. The mob moved down the tunnels toward their target. The Tommy Knockers were all too familiar with where this dark fae lived. Nyree found himself buffeted along with them, and he could hear their excited chatter. They made plans for what they’d do when the mines were once again in their control alone. Nyree wondered what his friends back at the inn were doing? Did his little water nymph even notice his absence? Were the pixies in the back sitting room behaving themselves while he&rsqu
Billy puttered about the kitchens of the Blue Moon Inn working on getting the dishes out to fill the diner’s requests. His sister sat at a small table and chair that Eddie had found time to assemble just for her to eat or do crafts at while the days grew longer and the daycare was closed for the holidays. His grandmother was no longer an acceptable guardian or so the police suggested to him after he met with them. Billy knew now that the police were regularly visiting her to ask about the investigation and he couldn’t let his sister hear about the horrifying events. She was just too young. Gabby let him bring her to the inn and everyone there kept an eye out for her. When school started again, he’d have her registered and it would ease up the need for her care. As the night proceeded, Billy put his sister to bed in
The police let the ghost hunting team return to the Inn, and they continued the investigation. No one knew how many bodies were there or how long they’d been there? But one thing that was clear by the personal artifacts found in a pit-like shaft in the corner the bones would most likely come from various times dating back over a hundred years or more. Though some artifacts were only a few decades old. It was a mystery for them and as much a modern investigation as a historical one. They took copies of the list of disappearances from Greta, who’d done the legwork for them already. The few newer cold case files the police would dig up by themselves later. One thing became quite clear before they got back to the Inn. Berry would not be staying. This job not only got too cold for his liking but too real as well. He would not
Billy stood outside of his grandmother’s home. It boasted one less wing. Sadly, that wing is where he knew his grandmother slept. This fire raged for a long time before the firefighters got there. It was a miracle that the fire hadn’t engulfed the whole historic old home. Billy feared the worst. When he’d found out about the fire, he’d gone straight to Gabby and explained it to her. She’d granted him the time off he’d need to deal with this. The officials now feared his grandmother didn’t make it out of the fire, and fire investigators were on the way to do their job. Until they did their job, no one could enter the building other than the firefighters themselves. He’d tried for several hours now to get in contact with his father. Billy left a text message for his mother. Knowing she’d want to know only for some sick pleasure, she’
Nyree finally made his way back into the Blue Moon Inn. The sword strapped to his back and rumours flew faster than his feet. It seemed everyone greeted him in the hidden room in the attic. This tiny place that the humans forgot about long ago. Here is where he kept various things, like the sword hidden from thieves. They greeted him with honeyed wine and bread. They celebrated for many days and nights. Until one pixy interrupted the celebration with the information that restless spirits caused problems within the region. A group of Fae burnt down a house, and a human died within it. The humans still had not found the anchor stone. They hid the stone within a clock in the very house that burned for many days. Nyree took it upon himself to venture further
Billy roamed the now cold remains of his grandmother’s house. He wouldn’t call it a home because it wasn’t. It’d been a showpiece. Something she could use to flaunt her wealth over everyone else. The whole thing wasn’t gone. Just the wing where she’d been sleeping when she died. The fire investigator didn’t find the cause of the fire and it had forced him to leave it as a cold case. Now Billy spent his off days finding out what he could salvage from the wreck. Once the estate settled in the courts, he’d be the one to work on this house. His father found out that he no longer appeared in the will for several years now. He’d found out that his father’s lawyer flatly refused to waste his time arguing an appeal over this because his father abandoned his mother and their busines