“Thanks, brother,” Celt said, his arms full of woman. Smugly, Celt winked and kissed Chey.
“Now who needs a private room?” I retorted as I walked to the back of the SUV to start unloading our equipment.
“Where first?” Sunny queried, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Let’s head to the rear and see if we can record anything during an EVP session,” I said.
Everyone nodded, grabbed their gear, and we headed out.
???
“Can you tell me your name?” I asked.
“Eliza,”the whisper floated back.
Chey beamed at me as Hugo aimed the SLS camera in the whisper’s direction.
“Got something,” he called.
“Hi, Eliza, I’m Callie. How are you today?”
“Free.”
“That’s a weird thing to say,” Sunny commented quietly.
“Free,”Eliza repeated, and a giggle followed.
“That could mean anything. Sickness, debt, a husband—” I was cut off mid-sentence.
“Husband.”
“A bad man?” Chey inquired.
“Indeed!”
“Eliza, do you know where the Hessian is buried? The one everyone claims was headless?” I asked.
“Resting.”
“He’s at peace? We don’t want to disturb him,” I replied.
“Go away.”
“That told us.” Callum chuckled.
For a while, I kept calling out, but Eliza had clearly got annoyed and refused to answer. We wandered around for a few hours, but other than picking up the odd random word, we didn’t get anything again.
“Wow, I’ve never known a cemetery or burial site so quiet,” I finally said.
“Do you think they’re hiding?” Callum asked. “I sense eyes on us, but they’re not malevolent.”
I considered his words. “Maybe they’re protecting the Hessian.”
“What do you mean?” Sunny inquired.
“Well, let’s put ourselves in their shoes. Hundreds, if not thousands, tramp all over here daily. Every single one lookingfor the Headless Horseman or the Hessians’ burial plot. I bet not a lot of respect is shown either. We all know how idiots mimic that fool Zak Toggins. I reckon they’ve had heaps of abuse and provocation. If someone asks about the Hessian, they go quiet to protect themselves and him,” I surmised.
“That would make sense,” Callum agreed.
