“True. Are you saying a female priest is against church law?” I called out.
There was no reply. I repeated my question and was ignored again. It was frustrating.
“What happened in this room?” Sunny asked as he filmed.
“Murder.”
“That got a response,” I whispered.
“Do you know whose?” Sunny demanded.
“Girl.”
“Yes, a teenage girl was murdered here. Did you witness it?” Sunny said.
I nearly dropped the Spirit Box as a cackle came from it.“Caused it.”
I shook my head at Sunny. “No, I don’t believe that. There was no evidence of spirits affecting the killer. That was a fake rumour to boost sales of the book and movie.”
“Well, this ghost is playing into the plots,” Sunny stated.
“And my concern is why? What’s it planning to achieve?”
Sunny swapped a worried look with me. He shrugged because, like me, he didn’t have answers yet.
Jack
“You got us, Harry?” I asked over the radio.
“Loud and clear,” he replied.
“We’re heading to Washington Irving’s grave,” I informed him, and Harry offered an affirmative.
“Ironic we’re investigating his final resting place, and he wrote the legend of Sleepy Hollow,” Connor mused as we walked over.
“Can’t disagree. I know bright orbs have been seen around his headstone. Was there anything else seen?” Callum asked. He and Hugo had arrived just before we left and were happy to be joining us.
The radio cackled. “No, just those,” Harry said.
“Wow, he’s watching us closely,” I quipped. Harry blew a raspberry down the line, and we laughed.
As we approached the grave, I was stunned to see luminous lights floating around. Phil instantly whipped the camera toward them.
“What the hell?” Connor murmured as he squinted into the darkness.
As we got closer, a smile crossed my lips, which was mirrored by Connor moments later.
“Fireflies,” we chorused.
“That explains the orbs,” I said.
“Yes, for sure!” Connor agreed.
“We’ll watch for a bit and see if anything else happens.”
When we broke for food, all we’d filmed were fireflies, and our approaches had been met with silence.
Connor
