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mighty lil goon
The plastic wheels bumping and tugging at the gravely ground was the only sound the woman could pay attention to as she tugged and dragged her luggage bag from the taxi to the small bed and breakfast her and Josh would be staying in for a week. It’s been a trip the two have planned for a while, Middlesex County. The trip was more for her fiance, he wanted to reconnect with friends and family while doing things for his job, studying to be a professor. Everything was so quaint and quiet. Looking down at her hand wrapped around the carrier, she noticed her engagement ring brightly standing out in the crummy weather. The brunette’s eyes wandered back to the check-in area to already see her fiance talking it up with the elderly lady that she presumed to be the owner of the B&B.
“Ah, there she is. Renee, this is Mrs. Davies. My grandmother and her used to be childhood friends before she moved to the states.” Josh placed his hand around Renee’s shoulder and brought her closer.
“Lovely to meet you dear, you’re even more stunning in person than in the Christmas cards I’ve seen.” The older woman smiled in an angelic way.
A sudden warmth sprawled across her face as Renee sheepishly grinned, “Oh, thank you, you’re too kind,” Her attention went to the tall, blonde man next to her, “Josh, I’m a little tired from the trip, I think I’d like to settle in, if that’s okay.”
“Right, head on up and I’ll bring everything in a bit,” He kissed her forehead and handed her the keys to the room. Renee felt relieved, she was exhausted and as much as she wanted to socialize, she simply decided to do so later in the day. Heading up the creaky stairs, she heard Josh and Mrs. Davies converse some more, all of it relating to his side of the family, before retreating into the cozy, queen bedroom.
Taking her cell out of her pocket, she called her sister to tell her that they arrived, how things were, the usual catch up. Her sister, Carrie, was also six months pregnant. The girl was very excited and anxious to become an Aunt, so she always called her sister to make sure she was alright; The thought of becoming an aunt, or even a mother gave Renee butterflies in her stomach. After chatting on the phone for about thirty minutes or so, Josh entered the room with the luggage.
“Oh, I gotta go ‘Care, I’ll talk to you later, get some rest.” She hung up and looked to Josh, giving an appeasing smile, “Was there something you wanted to do while there’s still some light out?” She asked.
“I know there’s a library down the street, I wanted to look at some of the books about the past hundred years to study my ancestry, would you like to come with me?” He straightened his shirt out as he placed the room key on the dresser to the side of him.
Ugh, the library, how boring. “Sure, let’s go. I’m sure there will be something along the way that’ll occupy me,” She joked, “Let me change first.”
The girl wore a long beige skirt, with a black button up paired with flat shoes. She took her purse and pulled it up to her shoulder, taking Josh’s hand to be lead to the entrance of the B&B once again. They waved goodbye to the elder woman, and off they went to the library. The town was quiet, in a peaceful way, and not crowded where it felt claustrophobic. Maybe because of the weather, the time, and place that they were in was a good enough reason for it not to be busy. As her shoes clacked against the cement ground, she couldn’t help but notice the large circular plaque on the ground. It was only for a second that they passed it, but she felt entranced by it. She looked back at it, before being tugged by Josh to come along with her.
It wasn’t long before they reached the small, wooden building that looked like it was built ages ago. The building’s sign reading, ‘Tyburn Village Archives.’ By how old it looked, Renee could feel herself get tired quickly again. Josh was like a child in a candy store, he pulled out various books, journals, and documents he found and read through them. A book that caught Renee’s eyes was titled, ‘The Witch of Edmonton.’
Her gaze shifted to the small bookkeeper at his desk, “This isn’t actually real, right? Witches aren’t real, why would this be in the Archives?”
“Miss Sawyer was very real, and was hung at Tyburn’s tree down the street, dear. This is apart of Tyburn’s history!” He closed his book and looked out the window, as if there was a tree out there.
Renee glanced in the direction the man was looking at but saw nothing, she stayed silent and quietly nodded, thinking the elderly man wasn’t sane. “Josh, I’ll be looking around town, call me if you need me,” She announced, Josh simply nodding as his nose was further pressed into his book.
Walking down the sidewalks of Tyburn, she passed by multiple shops; Bakeries that were getting ready to close up, a men’s clothing store, a children’s toy store. It sparked a few thoughts of things to get for Carrie’s child. One store caught the woman’s attention, Spirit Cove. First the incense drew her attention, the faint smell of lilac and tea tree enticed her to enter. A young woman, “Welcome!” Exclaimed behind the counter, giving a light wave, “Are you a tourist? I’ve never seen you here before.” This girl was short and stout with long ginger hair. She had blue eyes and crooked teeth, her skin clear with freckles scattered over her cheeks.
“Ah, yeah, I’m visiting with my fiance. It’s very beautiful here, and I wanted to take a look at some of the local shops, this is the first one.” Her hands grazed against the tapestry fabrics against the walls.
“Aye’ This shop has been here for centuries, very popular among the witches of Tyburn,” She giggled.
“Oh yeah? Are there a lot of witches in the area?” Her brow furrowed in curiosity, thinking back to what the old man said before.
“You could say something like that… Would you like your fortune told miss?” She motioned her hands for Renee to get closer.
“How much is it?” She reached into her pocket to grab some change.
“Don’t worry miss, I’m bored and have nothing else to do.”
Renee approached the girl, holding out her palm. The clerk pulled on her hand rather hard, yanking it closer to her, “H-Hey!” Renne called out.
“Sorry miss, I just need a closer look.” She straightened her hand out, steadying it and easing her grip. Making multiple mm’s and ahh’s as she thought aloud. “I see that you live a very hard working life, even your hands are tense. I also see that you have a lover in your life!”
“Probably my fiance…” Renee rolled her eyes.
“...But… I see two lovers here, at the same time..? Miss, you’re very secretive, I think you should tell your fiance what’s going on.” Renee tried pulling her hand back but the girl wouldn’t let her, “Hold on! I’m almost done. Yes, hmm… You’re also living an adventure, but a quiet life also at the same time… Miss, you have a very confusing fortune.” She let go of her hand, staring at Renee in an unfazed manner.
The woman latched her hand back and held it to her chest, “That’s all I needed to hear, something completely crazy. Thank you, have a good day.” Being shaken up, she shifted her purse around her shoulder and left the shop in a rush. Going back to the Archives where her husband still resided in, she opened the door and called out, “Josh, can we go back to the Inn now?”
“We just got here!” His head shot up with an offended look on his face.
“I wanted to do something with you, though.. I’m tired.” She pressed her face against the frame of the door.
“Renee.. I’ll meet you back there honey, I’m sorry this is all just very interesting.” He waved her off before taking out other files and books on the shelf.
A look of displeasure came across her as she shut the door and turned around. She started walking back to the B&B in the same way that they left. Hearing her shoes clack on the plaque once again, she stopped this time to examine in. She knelt down as she heard soft whispers of women called her name and almost begging her to lead the way. In confusion, she placed her ear closer to the plaque, hearing the continuous whispers. Bringing her head back up in a fright, she stared at the plaque. Something was off, she noticed a carving into it as she stared. It looked like.. Her name; Her full name. Pushing her bag off her shoulder, she brought her hand over her name to wipe off any dirt on it, pressing her hands into the stone she felt the winds around her pick up. It was like everything came down on her, a huge weight flying into her as she was pushed back onto the ground.
Everything was pitch black.
Slowly, the world around her was calm again, and much more quiet than before. She woke up on flat, dirt ground rather than cement. Did she faint? Why was she somewhere else, why couldn’t she remember walking elsewhere? Placing her palm over her forehead to try and ease the oncoming headache, she let out a soft groan before sitting up. “Josh..?” She silently called out. Turning her head in the distance of the shop he’d been in, she opened her eyes to see nothing there. Just empty land with tall grass occupying the spot. She looked to the left to see a large pillar of wood next to her. It was some kind of stand, she couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but a foul smell soon followed her discovery. Picking herself up from the ground, she stepped back to take a look around. There were light poles on each side of the sidewalks, with buildings that looked much older than what she’d just seen. Except Spirit Cove.
Not a person was in sight, only the light posts lit up the road. She slowly tread toward the weird store to try to figure out what was wrong.
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“Ah, there she is. Renee, this is Mrs. Davies. My grandmother and her used to be childhood friends before she moved to the states.” Josh placed his hand around Renee’s shoulder and brought her closer.
“Lovely to meet you dear, you’re even more stunning in person than in the Christmas cards I’ve seen.” The older woman smiled in an angelic way.
A sudden warmth sprawled across her face as Renee sheepishly grinned, “Oh, thank you, you’re too kind,” Her attention went to the tall, blonde man next to her, “Josh, I’m a little tired from the trip, I think I’d like to settle in, if that’s okay.”
“Right, head on up and I’ll bring everything in a bit,” He kissed her forehead and handed her the keys to the room. Renee felt relieved, she was exhausted and as much as she wanted to socialize, she simply decided to do so later in the day. Heading up the creaky stairs, she heard Josh and Mrs. Davies converse some more, all of it relating to his side of the family, before retreating into the cozy, queen bedroom.
Taking her cell out of her pocket, she called her sister to tell her that they arrived, how things were, the usual catch up. Her sister, Carrie, was also six months pregnant. The girl was very excited and anxious to become an Aunt, so she always called her sister to make sure she was alright; The thought of becoming an aunt, or even a mother gave Renee butterflies in her stomach. After chatting on the phone for about thirty minutes or so, Josh entered the room with the luggage.
“Oh, I gotta go ‘Care, I’ll talk to you later, get some rest.” She hung up and looked to Josh, giving an appeasing smile, “Was there something you wanted to do while there’s still some light out?” She asked.
“I know there’s a library down the street, I wanted to look at some of the books about the past hundred years to study my ancestry, would you like to come with me?” He straightened his shirt out as he placed the room key on the dresser to the side of him.
Ugh, the library, how boring. “Sure, let’s go. I’m sure there will be something along the way that’ll occupy me,” She joked, “Let me change first.”
The girl wore a long beige skirt, with a black button up paired with flat shoes. She took her purse and pulled it up to her shoulder, taking Josh’s hand to be lead to the entrance of the B&B once again. They waved goodbye to the elder woman, and off they went to the library. The town was quiet, in a peaceful way, and not crowded where it felt claustrophobic. Maybe because of the weather, the time, and place that they were in was a good enough reason for it not to be busy. As her shoes clacked against the cement ground, she couldn’t help but notice the large circular plaque on the ground. It was only for a second that they passed it, but she felt entranced by it. She looked back at it, before being tugged by Josh to come along with her.
It wasn’t long before they reached the small, wooden building that looked like it was built ages ago. The building’s sign reading, ‘Tyburn Village Archives.’ By how old it looked, Renee could feel herself get tired quickly again. Josh was like a child in a candy store, he pulled out various books, journals, and documents he found and read through them. A book that caught Renee’s eyes was titled, ‘The Witch of Edmonton.’
Her gaze shifted to the small bookkeeper at his desk, “This isn’t actually real, right? Witches aren’t real, why would this be in the Archives?”
“Miss Sawyer was very real, and was hung at Tyburn’s tree down the street, dear. This is apart of Tyburn’s history!” He closed his book and looked out the window, as if there was a tree out there.
Renee glanced in the direction the man was looking at but saw nothing, she stayed silent and quietly nodded, thinking the elderly man wasn’t sane. “Josh, I’ll be looking around town, call me if you need me,” She announced, Josh simply nodding as his nose was further pressed into his book.
Walking down the sidewalks of Tyburn, she passed by multiple shops; Bakeries that were getting ready to close up, a men’s clothing store, a children’s toy store. It sparked a few thoughts of things to get for Carrie’s child. One store caught the woman’s attention, Spirit Cove. First the incense drew her attention, the faint smell of lilac and tea tree enticed her to enter. A young woman, “Welcome!” Exclaimed behind the counter, giving a light wave, “Are you a tourist? I’ve never seen you here before.” This girl was short and stout with long ginger hair. She had blue eyes and crooked teeth, her skin clear with freckles scattered over her cheeks.
“Ah, yeah, I’m visiting with my fiance. It’s very beautiful here, and I wanted to take a look at some of the local shops, this is the first one.” Her hands grazed against the tapestry fabrics against the walls.
“Aye’ This shop has been here for centuries, very popular among the witches of Tyburn,” She giggled.
“Oh yeah? Are there a lot of witches in the area?” Her brow furrowed in curiosity, thinking back to what the old man said before.
“You could say something like that… Would you like your fortune told miss?” She motioned her hands for Renee to get closer.
“How much is it?” She reached into her pocket to grab some change.
“Don’t worry miss, I’m bored and have nothing else to do.”
Renee approached the girl, holding out her palm. The clerk pulled on her hand rather hard, yanking it closer to her, “H-Hey!” Renne called out.
“Sorry miss, I just need a closer look.” She straightened her hand out, steadying it and easing her grip. Making multiple mm’s and ahh’s as she thought aloud. “I see that you live a very hard working life, even your hands are tense. I also see that you have a lover in your life!”
“Probably my fiance…” Renee rolled her eyes.
“...But… I see two lovers here, at the same time..? Miss, you’re very secretive, I think you should tell your fiance what’s going on.” Renee tried pulling her hand back but the girl wouldn’t let her, “Hold on! I’m almost done. Yes, hmm… You’re also living an adventure, but a quiet life also at the same time… Miss, you have a very confusing fortune.” She let go of her hand, staring at Renee in an unfazed manner.
The woman latched her hand back and held it to her chest, “That’s all I needed to hear, something completely crazy. Thank you, have a good day.” Being shaken up, she shifted her purse around her shoulder and left the shop in a rush. Going back to the Archives where her husband still resided in, she opened the door and called out, “Josh, can we go back to the Inn now?”
“We just got here!” His head shot up with an offended look on his face.
“I wanted to do something with you, though.. I’m tired.” She pressed her face against the frame of the door.
“Renee.. I’ll meet you back there honey, I’m sorry this is all just very interesting.” He waved her off before taking out other files and books on the shelf.
A look of displeasure came across her as she shut the door and turned around. She started walking back to the B&B in the same way that they left. Hearing her shoes clack on the plaque once again, she stopped this time to examine in. She knelt down as she heard soft whispers of women called her name and almost begging her to lead the way. In confusion, she placed her ear closer to the plaque, hearing the continuous whispers. Bringing her head back up in a fright, she stared at the plaque. Something was off, she noticed a carving into it as she stared. It looked like.. Her name; Her full name. Pushing her bag off her shoulder, she brought her hand over her name to wipe off any dirt on it, pressing her hands into the stone she felt the winds around her pick up. It was like everything came down on her, a huge weight flying into her as she was pushed back onto the ground.
Everything was pitch black.
Slowly, the world around her was calm again, and much more quiet than before. She woke up on flat, dirt ground rather than cement. Did she faint? Why was she somewhere else, why couldn’t she remember walking elsewhere? Placing her palm over her forehead to try and ease the oncoming headache, she let out a soft groan before sitting up. “Josh..?” She silently called out. Turning her head in the distance of the shop he’d been in, she opened her eyes to see nothing there. Just empty land with tall grass occupying the spot. She looked to the left to see a large pillar of wood next to her. It was some kind of stand, she couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but a foul smell soon followed her discovery. Picking herself up from the ground, she stepped back to take a look around. There were light poles on each side of the sidewalks, with buildings that looked much older than what she’d just seen. Except Spirit Cove.
Not a person was in sight, only the light posts lit up the road. She slowly tread toward the weird store to try to figure out what was wrong.
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