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BALGAIR - ghost story - Ch. 19Ch. 19. Back to the present.BALGAIR - ghost story - Ch. 19 by MariaAragon64
"So, what happened after that?"
Troy frowned over the handwriting even as he read it. "According to Lord Frederick, the Reverend suffered some kind of collapse."
"Ah." Harpur sipped on his coffee and exchanged looks with Jeremy, who was buttering his toast. "He died then."
Troy paused over a passage and made a little sound. "Apparently not. Lord Frederick housed him here until he had made a full recovery."
Jeremy paused next. "Then the ceremony worked." He exchanged looks with Travers and Bromhead across the kitchen's trestle table.
Troy looked up from the old diary's pages. "It would seem so. Everyone returned to the house, even Frederick's wife and son - several days later though. I guess he wasn't taking any chances." He shrugged. "Can't say I blame him."
Bromhead and Hugh ambled in snif
Balgair - a comic ghost story- Ch. 18Ch. 18. Cleaning HouseBalgair - a comic ghost story- Ch. 18 by MariaAragon64
Servants had begun to desert Balgair long before Lady Elizabeth was delivered of Lord Frederick's disinherited eldest son. Some came to the village mansion to work there. Some went out to stay at the estate cottages, coming to Balgair only when the sun was up, and leaving before sunset. Some left the county altogether for fear that Balgair's blight would pursue them.
As his wife's time drew near, even his Lordship decamped to the village to be with her.
Except during the daylight hours, when servants hastened about their dwindling chores with their eyes constantly on the lookout and their ears trained to catch the last chimes in the afternoon, Balgair stood bereft of the Living. During the daylight the old place seemed melancholy, even to those scuttling about within and with-out it. At night, Balgair took on the air and semblance of the oubliette at the heart of its troubled sleep. It'