H Trope: Haunted Castle/Mansion
Current Event: http://www.dreadcentral.com/news/31105/cold-spots-glensheen-mansion
“No! Really! I
saw the ghost!” said Enzo Solem. His wild hand waving came more from the
passion of his French forebears than the stolid formality of his Norwegian.
First generation from both sides, he’d been born and raised just north of the
Twin Ports of Duluth and Superior.
He also had a
wild passion for the paranormal.
Weayaya Aguirre sighed. Enzo was her best friend but sometimes he bugged the living daylights out of her. Shaking her head, she said, “Why can’t you just accept that the world is the world and that’s all there is?”
Shaking her
head, Weayaya – Wee-ah to the rest of the staff at the Glensheen Mansion –
said, “I’ve told you a dozen times that I don’t know what you saw that night. I
saw some kind of heat shimmer from the furnace.”
“And I’ve told
you two dozen times that I talked with Elizabeth Congdon!”
“A woman who’s
been dead for half a century?”
“She’s not dead...”
he scowled. “Exactly. Her spirit is trapped here because her son suffocated her
under a pillow and then banged the night nurse over the head with a
candlestick.” Wee-Ah sucked in her lower lip and bit it gently to keep from
responding how she wanted to respond. He added, “All I’m asking is that you
come with me tonight. It’s the night of June 26...”
“You want to see her ghost, right?”
“Nope.”
Wee-Ah frowned and looked at him. This was not the answer she’d expected. “What?”
Wee-Ah frowned and looked at him. This was not the answer she’d expected. “What?”
“I want to see
the ghost of her daughter. Her son-in-law confessed to her murder and was sent to jail, getting
out five years later. His ex-wife, Elizabeth Congdon’s sociopathic adopted
daughter never gave him any of the money she inherited from her mother’s
murder. He killed himself five years after his release from prison – though I’ve
heard people whispering that Congdon’s daughter did him in.”
“So you want to see if the ghost of one of Congdon’s ex-son-in-laws comes back here?”
“Yep. Marjorie
died in prison in 2022, five years before the fiftieth anniversary of her
adoptive mother’s murder.”
“And you think that that is significant...how?”
“And you think that that is significant...how?”
“It’s obvious!
Marjorie-originally-Congdon is buried in the family plot.” Wee-Ah nodded.
That much was true. “It’s now half a century after her mother’s murder by her
second ex-husband Roger Caldwell.” Wee-Ah nodded, not even realizing she was
encouraging him. He went on excitedly, “So I figure the psychic energy will be
so powerful that not only will Roger’s ghost appear, so will Velma’s; her third
husband Wally was murdered as well as his
ex-wife; plus some old guy she defrauded of all his money in a nursing home in
Arizona. His same was also Roger,
though his last name was Sammis. Her first husband – with whom she’d had seven
children – was Dick LeRoy and he died the same year she did – 2022. So it’s
2027, fifty years after someone murdered Elizabeth Congdon. I would say that Marjorie
Congdon LeRoy Caldwell Hagen has some serious psychic reckoning coming.”
Wee-Ah found
herself nodding in agreement before she could think things through. That was how
she found herself kneeling in the bushes near the Congdon family stone marker
in the Forest Hill Cemetery on this dark and stormy night, cold summer rain
dribbling down the back of her hastily donned poncho.
Enzo leaned over
to her and whispered, “It’s five minutes to midnight…”
Names: ♀ Sioux, Spanish; ♂ French, Norwegian
Image: http://kuws.fm/images/glensheen%20mansion.jpg
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