|In honor of the coming season, Hades in Winter.|
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 12Chapter 12. So Much For a Good Night's Sleep...Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 12 by *MariaAragon64
To everyone's surprise - and relief - Balgair settled down into it's old creaking boarded, somnambulist self. Although they couldn't say for certain whether Geoffrey's Cellar Monster had returned to the old tombs, the silence that dominated Balgair suggested that all the excitement was over.
Bromhead volunteered to take over at the monitors downstairs while everyone else got some rest, if that was at all possible.
Portia was smearing on her night cream and marveling at the perfectly turned down bed cover when a brisk little rap disrupted her reverie. She took a half step toward the door, but hesitated. "Who is it?"
"Ah!" Portia crossed at once and opened her door.
Like her, Denis had prepared for bed, although his attire consisted of a t-shirt, jogging pants, and simple, Japanese house shoes. He grinned at her w
Balgair - a comic ghost story -Ch. 11.Chapter 11. Mad Dashes and Rude EncountersBalgair - a comic ghost story -Ch. 11. by *MariaAragon64
It was quiet...too quiet.
Instead of hunkering down behind their equipment next door to the kitchen, they roamed the ground floor in packs of two, and took turns monitoring the equipment.
Absolute darkness outside walled the Living inside with all those restless spirits. Inside Balgair, whispers, footsteps - some fleet and fleeting, some more solid and purposeful - patrolled the corridors, trespassed into the public rooms in such a manner that one could not tell who was following whom.
Ellen and Mona were upstairs, where Mona was in charge of monitoring the equipment left up there. Although dressed for bed, Ellen lingered with Mona watching the upstairs monitors just to see if she could see anything.
Now and then Farley, Andrew or Bromhead would come up to check on them and the equipment.
Another set of solid footfalls heralded Farley's second visit
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 10Chapter 10. About Lady Mary...Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 10 by *MariaAragon64
Night lurked a mere hour and a half in the future. A concise little tour was a last in progress. While Troy, Farley, and Andrew supervised various aspects of the closing sweep, Ellen Molbride showed Portia and Denis around, followed by Bromhead and Travers with an audio recorder for EVP's and other bits of useful equipment.
Jeremy and Harpur were checking their equipment and re-positioning it for the night with Hugh's assistance. For an actor, Hugh had quite a useful aptitude for electronics and computers and he was dazzling the two with the latest developments he'd been reading up on before he came back to Balgair. His descriptions elicited a great many 'oohs' and 'ahhs' and the occasional 'Bromhead will want one of those'.
Portia smiled down the length of the gallery. "I think this is the first great house I've visited where the residing family is so very hands on on a daily b
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 9.Chapter 9. Portia and Denis ArriveBalgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 9. by *MariaAragon64
Portia Corry shut the car door and, glancing at Denis Valparaiso in the back seat, said, "I know we aren't supposed to ask for information in advance, but how did things go last night?"
Hugh took on a crooked grin. "I would say that a good time was had by all, but that would be putting it lightly." He turned the key in the ignition. The engine whirred into life.
Portia exchanged looks with Denis. "Has Jeremy come out of hiding this afternoon?"
"You know him rather well." Hugh chuckled. "He came down about half an hour before I left to pick you up."
"What sort of mood was he in?" Denis leaned forward.
"Tired and very grumpy," said Hugh.
"Really?" said Portia.
"Apparently Brother Alfred takes a dim view of 'slackers'." Hugh grinned.
"Brother Alfred?" said Denis.
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 8Chapter 8. First Evening: It starts....Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 8 by *MariaAragon64
The tourists had departed in good spirits. Night had settled in. The ghost hunting surveillance equipment was in place and already recording. Everyone had gathered in the elegant family dining hall mere steps from the kitchen.
Their sounds echoed into Balgair, the Living haunted the Dead in every darkened chamber and gallery, haunting the restless shadows with sounds of good cheer and lively camaraderie.
"...Very well. We've digested dinner long enough, I think," carried forth Ellen's pert voice. "It's time for dessert. We made something special in honor of your visit. We took the recipe from my great-grandmother's cookbook."
"Well then I can hardly wait," echoed forth Traver's leisurely baritone, sounding to Balgair like so many of its former resident masters.
"Allow us," came Harpur's brisk burr of a voice. "Jeremy and I w
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch.7.Chapter 7. A Little TourBalgair - a comic ghost story - Ch.7. by *MariaAragon64
In the afternoon a van and a car pulled up to Balgair. Andrew stood waiting for them, the advantage of having a long approach with which to see visitors coming long before they reached the place. He directed their newest visitors through the side gates into the private drive. By the time Bromhead had parked the van beside Hugh's car, Troy and Ellen stood outside the back, family entrance. Troy kicked at the gravel, but he grinned as he waved at Hugh.
"You could make it," Troy called.
"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss my first chance at a ghost hunt."
Troy chortled strangely.
Hugh hesitated as he opened his car boot. "What?"
"Don't be too surprised if the ghosts hunt you instead."
Travers, Harpur, Jeremy, and Bromhead already stood around their plain van. They exchanged looks.
"Steady, Jeremy," said Bromh
Balgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 6Chapter 6. Briefly, Portia and DenisBalgair - a comic ghost story - Ch. 6 by *MariaAragon64
"We'll be there. Fine. See you then, Mr. Molbride." Travers handed the phone back to Hugh, who tucked it into his coat pocket. "Well, we're off to Balgair to see if there is anything we can prove. And perhaps we might be able to help."
"I'm going home to the wife," said Harpur. "I'll see you all in the morning." He slumped out with his cellphone pressed to his ear. "I'm on the way. I know...we didn't stay long at all..." The outer door closed after him.
Bromhead and Travers turned their attention to Jeremy where he fidgeted.
"Are you in?" said Bromhead.
Jeremy glanced at Hugh. "The only bad thing is whatever came out of that oubliette, right?"
"According to Troy, it hasn't hurt anyone, but it is oppressive and it patrols the ground floor after nightfall looking for the living. It's intimida