That was going to be difficult—but not impossible. But it would take time—something they didn’t have. This castle might just always carry this curse.
As they reached the crypt, she put her hand on the one stone sarcophagus.
“Ceit isn’t at rest yet. She’s laying low. Her sister hates her because her child lived, and Catherine’s had died.”
They hadn’t told her the name, so they assumed her spirit guide, or whatever was leading her, had.
She pointed.
“That way,” she said, pointing down the corridor and toward the location they found the paintings.
“The key is in the corridor. Follow it, or find the outside entrance, but that’s how you find the key to unlock this all. That will lead you to the bones, and they will be free.”
Uh…
“Can he tell us what the key is? Is it a literal key? Are the bones locked away?” Ian asked. “We need more.”
Sarah paused.
Then, she stared at them.
“I don’t know. All that Duncan is saying is that he gave you the key to find Ciarán.”
Now, they were worried.
The room felt cold.
VERY.
COLD.
“Can we show you what we found?” Ian asked. “Maybe you can get something from it.”
She nodded, and they led her out of the crypt and into the room where the mirror, painting, and anything that pertained to Duncan was held to protect it during renovations.
She stared at the items.
Then, she touched the one painting of Ciarán, Callum, and Duncan.
“This is the key.”
Then, she turned.
“I don’t know what more I can tell you,” she said, suddenly. “Other than that, Duncan needs you to retrieve thebones, and set this curse free. Darkness is here, and the curse will affect everyone until it’s removed.”
That was going to take time.
So much for them thinking this would be easily solved before Elizabeth got here.
“We can research,” Gabby offered. “We know that the family split. The part that stayed here…maybe there’s an heir or maybe in the part that headed to America.”
Sarah apologized.
“I’m sorry. I can’t give you more. I don’t feel so well here. The rage is palpable,” she admitted. “The dead are screaming to be set free. How are you all here and not feeling sick?” she asked. “The energy is horrible.”
Michael was worried.
“Would the energy make someone want to take their life?” he asked, thinking about Graham and what had happened. The last thing he wanted was his husband to succumb to that again.
