Post by Mystery Witness on Jan 18, 2012 12:24:08 GMT -7
A shadowy figure entered the Weeping Wench, it was its usual quiet and filled with all of te small town's gossips. The stranger found a booth, sat down and ordered a drink. Two booths down sat two older men, they appeared to be about eighty years old if not more. "I tell ye, my grand-daddy told me that story. You calling my grand-daddy a liar?" One man said.
"Of course not, I just don't believe that story about the old mansion. It all happened so many years ago. No one really believes the murder rumor anymore anyways. No bodies were found, not even the old lady. I think it's all a joke. No murder happened, and there was no little girl with the insane old woman," the other man said, taking a swallow of beer.
"My grand-daddy told me her name wasn't irish. She was an American or British I think. The little girl was her niece, and there was something about her husband..." The man scratched his grizzled chin, "Aw yes, her husband died in the war, left her everything so when the relative of some sorts died in the family along the line she got the old mansion. Seems like I recall everything but their names."
The other man snorted, "probably because it's all a pack o' lies. And what about this here murder you keep telling me about?"
"I was gettin' to that. See when the woman moved into the estate soon after that her sister, and her brother-in-law died in an accident leaving the their baby girl to come live with the woman. Blast! What's her name anyway...? Anyway, they say that during that time there was plenty o' mysterious deaths happening around the area, so the woman kept the little girl locked inside the grounds. My grand-daddy said that's why no one recalls her real well. But he said when she came she had to have been the cutest little girl he had ever seen, he was the stage driver back then, well he described her as angel from the heavens, and if she wasn't careful the faeries were going to steal her away for her beauty. She was a bundle of laughs that little girl, curls a'top her head and rosy cheeks. He said it was a sad day when she was locked inside, though she did have a little friend that would visit her once in a while. Let's see her name was.."
The other man sighed, and ordered another beer, "you can't remember names ye ol' fool, yer' just too blame old."
A fist came down on the table, "That's it! I remembered her name, the little girl's name was Annie, and her friend was Sarah O'Malley." The man looked at his companion with triumph, " I ain't so old as you think I am. Now if I could just rememeber the woman's name."
The stranger sighed, this mystery at the school was getting on their nerves. Now even some of the students were claiming ghost sightings and other ghostly activity. A loud noise brought the figures attention back to the old men. One was slumped over and the other was bending over him, "Marcus! Someone help!"
The other man whispered something and figure strained to hear, "I saw her Tam, I saw Annie. Darling little thing had a doll in her hand. Was calling, calling for her aunt Katy." The man gave a last sigh and fell limp....
"Of course not, I just don't believe that story about the old mansion. It all happened so many years ago. No one really believes the murder rumor anymore anyways. No bodies were found, not even the old lady. I think it's all a joke. No murder happened, and there was no little girl with the insane old woman," the other man said, taking a swallow of beer.
"My grand-daddy told me her name wasn't irish. She was an American or British I think. The little girl was her niece, and there was something about her husband..." The man scratched his grizzled chin, "Aw yes, her husband died in the war, left her everything so when the relative of some sorts died in the family along the line she got the old mansion. Seems like I recall everything but their names."
The other man snorted, "probably because it's all a pack o' lies. And what about this here murder you keep telling me about?"
"I was gettin' to that. See when the woman moved into the estate soon after that her sister, and her brother-in-law died in an accident leaving the their baby girl to come live with the woman. Blast! What's her name anyway...? Anyway, they say that during that time there was plenty o' mysterious deaths happening around the area, so the woman kept the little girl locked inside the grounds. My grand-daddy said that's why no one recalls her real well. But he said when she came she had to have been the cutest little girl he had ever seen, he was the stage driver back then, well he described her as angel from the heavens, and if she wasn't careful the faeries were going to steal her away for her beauty. She was a bundle of laughs that little girl, curls a'top her head and rosy cheeks. He said it was a sad day when she was locked inside, though she did have a little friend that would visit her once in a while. Let's see her name was.."
The other man sighed, and ordered another beer, "you can't remember names ye ol' fool, yer' just too blame old."
A fist came down on the table, "That's it! I remembered her name, the little girl's name was Annie, and her friend was Sarah O'Malley." The man looked at his companion with triumph, " I ain't so old as you think I am. Now if I could just rememeber the woman's name."
The stranger sighed, this mystery at the school was getting on their nerves. Now even some of the students were claiming ghost sightings and other ghostly activity. A loud noise brought the figures attention back to the old men. One was slumped over and the other was bending over him, "Marcus! Someone help!"
The other man whispered something and figure strained to hear, "I saw her Tam, I saw Annie. Darling little thing had a doll in her hand. Was calling, calling for her aunt Katy." The man gave a last sigh and fell limp....