“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