BLACKWATER HOUSE: The Hidden Mysteries
were miles of highway lined by thick woods that pra
g and swirling in a way that would be as if it is driven by its ow
ecessary gadgets: electronic devices for ghost detection, notebooks for recor
out how cautious she could get even in such trivial
nd the fog curtain. The road twisted through dense woods before giving way into a small typical town, which seemed like it
at leaping across the road,
ng out "Blackwater Inn" cracked in the wind above the entrance. The early air was cutting at her skin as
dour in the air. When Elena walked in, the old woman behind the
nd raspy with a southern acc
. O'Leary. How m
s official as possible, Elena said, "I'
lly, masking her surprise as h
e Blackwater House
who the mayo
ena enquired, her
dismissive of the rumours herself, Mrs. O'Leary replied, "He's bee
be some other people who can provide me
f his whereabouts
the town, Mrs. O'Leary remarked, "His office
Evans. She is the town's greatest history exp
ion and remarked, "Thank you."
th ideas, Elena grabbed her k
unpacking. The sense of foreboding was almost apparent, as if
s office. The building was an old brick struct
nd utilitarian, with dark wood
and his suit perfectly dressed. He stood at a big desk filled
his hand. His hard handshake and severe deme
u had a plea
hrough fog can be," Elena
u taking the time
f unrest lately," Mayor Reed sta
g more problems than usual. I am
his morning, but the
oing on?" Elena ask
penings around the house, like as objects moving on their own, unexp
two weeks away. We're concerned that if it continues, the e
related to the house's h
plicated history, and previous investigations have had limited
eak with Martha Evans, as Mrs. O'Leary advised. I've he
the local folklore and history than anyone else. Her son's death years ago
ed, rising from her seat. "I'll speak
The trek ahead was dangerous, but her drive to discover the truth and confront the other
stery. Elena's heart raced with anticipation, knowing that the answers she sought