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I turned to the others. “We must discover that list and give the victims justice.”
Callie
At six a.m., we were all on the tour bus instead of heading to bed. “The theme appears to be that we need to discover the lost graves. If they exist, I don’t understand how nobody knows about them.”
“Would it be possible to bury that many bodies and keep it a secret?” Freddie asked.
“Back in those days? Yes. Silence was golden. People knew victims were going missing, but as it didn’t affect them, it was of no concern. That’s twice we’ve been told to find the graveyard,” Jack said.
“The cadaver dog comes in tomorrow. I’ll go with it,” I offered, and Sunny nodded.
“This is shaping into a disturbing investigation. I wonder how many ignored those in pain,” he mused.
“Too many. I’m betting half of the activity here is from those locked in the past, frightened and trapped,” I replied.
“Do you think the owner knows?” Magic boomed, and we all looked at him.
“What?” Bunny hissed, surprised.
“The owner’s got to know. We’ve had too many requests, and other investigators would have too. What’s the bet the owner stopped them from spilling the beans?” Magic continued.
“But…”
“It makes sense. The guy who owns this was adamant we stick to the buildings,” Phil drawled.
“Yeah, he seemed very cagey about us exploring,” Michelle agreed.
“So, we keep everything on the down low. Michelle, do you think you’ll be able to open a portal to let those pass through who wish to?” Connor asked.
“Probably. I can certainly bless the place once we’re done. What if news of the cadaver dogs spread? The owner might try to silence us,” Freddie added.
“Then we check our contract. If there’s nothing forbidding us from looking for the cemetery, then we continue,” I said. “They deserve rest and peace after everything they’ve suffered. Everyone should get to bed. Tonight’s going to be long,” I ordered, and people moved.
Sunny and I walked back to our RV in silence, his arm around my shoulders.
“Will you be okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I hate this. This isn’t the first time a tormented spirit hasn’t been given rest. It’s so wrong,” I murmured as I stared at the rising sun. When it set tonight, I’d get answers. That was a promise.
Sunny – Wednesday
“You’re being taken to the isolation cells. The serial killer Don Jacobs was alleged to have used them to kill the homeless,” Callie said to Connor, Magic, Freddie, and me.
“Okay,” Jack replied.
“Jack, Phil, Bunny, and Pyro, you’ve got the infirmary.”
“Nice,” Magic murmured, rubbing his hands together. “I bet some shit went down there.”
“No doubt. I’ll be walking the grounds with the cadaver dogs and their guides. There are two coming tonight to confirm each other’s findings. The good news is Harry found nothing in our contract barring us from searching for the cemetery. The bad news is that Harry reached out to some contacts. A paranormal investigator, who wishes to remain anonymous, confirms he was shut down. He tried to bring in a priest and was threatened,” Callie said.
“Did he say by whom?” I asked, rearing up. Nobody would threaten my woman.
“No. He did say it never sat right with him, and he also debunked a lot of legends around the place, too, which was suppressed,” Harry elaborated.
“Ain’t no money to be made if things are disproved,” Magic ground out.
“The owner does know who we are? That we can’t be silenced?” I asked, somewhat surprised.
