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A Molly Abbott Mystery
Molly slammed on the breaks spilling her coffee all over her new blouse and favorite khaki pants, Molly swerved into the ditch. “Shit!” Molly screamed as she watched a pack of wolves run across the road. Could her week get any worse? First, she loses her job due to downsizing, then she comes home early and catching her boyfriend of six months in bed with the woman from next door. Finding out that her grandmother had left her a house in Deja Vu, Missouri sounded like a blessing in disguise but the closer she got to the small town the more Molly beginning to think it she was cursed.
Molly was a big city gal, she have always lived in a big city with her mom but at twenty-seven I knew it was time for a change. Her mom was gone now and everything just seemed to be falling apart, so change could be good. But she was not really sure that she was equipped to handle small town life. The closer she got to Deja Vu, the smaller the buildings and the wider open the space. In California cattle along the highway looked like little dots out in the field. Molly realized that she had never even seen one up close before, but now she was getting a great view of one from the rear.
Molly looked over at the other cow that was standing there chewing his cud looking straight at her like she was a crazy woman and she was starting to agree. A person must be crazy to leave the big city for a nowhere small town not even on the map. Molly looked down at her ruined blouse and let out another curse word. She had just bought this blouse and now it’s ruined. If this is any indication of how things were going to go for me in this new town she was ready to head back to the city. Molly would learn later that this mishap was just the start to her time Déjà vu. Molly got out of the car and surveyed the damage done. Her tire must have hit something sharp because it was now flat and of course she had no idea how to change it. Hell, she didn’t even know if she had a spare tire. Molly was muttering to herself when she realized a truck had pulled up on the side of the road near her car.
All the books and movies Molly had read about small town strangers and kidnappings flooded through her mind as she tried to smile at the man approaching. When he got close enough for her to see a badge hanging off of the right hip of his jeans she felt a little bit better.
“Hi ma’am, what exactly happened here?” The policeman asked as he surveyed her accident.
“I was driving down this road minding her own business when a pack of wolves run across the road, it caught me off guard and I swerved to miss them and ended up here.” Molly said.
“Yeah, that can happen a lot around these parts. So where are you headed?” The policeman asked.
“I inherited a house from my grandmother and I have come to check it out.” Molly replied thinking that it was a strange question for the policeman to be asking. How about are you okay? Or are you injured? Most policemen who come up on a wreck wouldn’t ask you where you were headed.
“Who was your grandmother?” The policeman asked, “It’s a pretty small town I probably knew her or at least heard of her.”
“Her name was Nelda Goldstein. She owned a home on Peculiar road,” Molly said getting a little curious to why he was being asked all these strange questions.
“That is not just a house that thing is a mansion. Did you know your grandmother well?” the policeman asked.
“No, I didn’t. I also don’t know why you're asking me all these questions,” I replied. “Shouldn’t you be asking me if I was okay instead of interrogating me on where I am going and where I am to live?”
“I’m sorry ma’am if I seem a bit rude with my questions. We just don’t get a lot of new people here in Deja Vu, it’s not an ordinary town, but I am sure you will find that out soon enough. Why don’t I give you a ride to your new home and I will call Jinx and have him fetch your car for you.”
“Well, I guess I don’t have much choice,” Molly said as she walked over to her car and grabbed her bag and suitcases. She had not even made it to the town yet and she was already jinxed or cursed. Maybe that was it, with a town called Déjà vu it had to be too good to be true coming here. She should have known it wasn’t going to go her way, nothing ever did. Well, she had no time to wallow in self-pity. She could at least be grateful that someone came by and helped her.
“By the way her name is Nicholas Vasile.” Nicholas said as he put her suitcase in the back seat of his car. “I’m the sheriff of Déjà vu and I would like to be the first one to welcome you to our unique little town.”
“Molly Abbott and thanks, I think.”
“Well, Molly it’s nice to meet you and I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Molly couldn’t help but stare with her mouth wide open when Nicholas pulled up to what was to be her new house. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“Yes, ma’am. I told it was a mansion.” Nicholas said as he grabbed her suitcases and started towards the front steps. “Your grandmother was very...um…eccentric. You will find out that most of the people in town are a bit different. But if your Nelda’s granddaughter then I am sure you will settle in just fine.”
“Well with a town name like Deja Vu I guess it would attract some different types of people.”
“You just don’t know how right you are,” Nicholas said with a smile.
“Do you have a key?” Nicholas asked.
“Well, no actually I don’t. I was hoping she might have given one to a friend for me since she left me the house,” Molly frowned, she never thought much about needing a key.
Nicholas walked up the steps and over to a potted plant, he lifted it up and produced a key. “She might have been eccentric but she was very predictable. I don’t know how many times I told her not to leave a key in such an obvious spot.”
“We don’t have a lot of crime here but we still have teenager who think it’s fun to go around breaking into people’s homes.”
Nicholas hesitated a moment before giving her the key, “I don’t know what your grandmother told you about this town but most of the citizens here are a little different. Don’t be surprised if you encounter something you don’t think is possible.”
Molly wasn’t sure what to say to that, but he sure was making sure I knew people were different. Molly knew she must have that your nuts look on her face, but she couldn’t help it. He might be the police in this town, but I really did think he was nuts. Molly took the key and went and opened the door. “I’m sure it can’t be that different, nothing like bearded ladies and two headed sword swallowers,” Molly laughed at the strange look on Nicholas’s face.
“Just keep an open mind is all I’m asking.” Nickolas stepped back off the porch and gave a polite smile.
“Thanks for your help.” Molly said as she opened the door half way.
“Just doing her job, ma’am. I’ll have Jinx give you a call when he has your car ready,” With that Nicholas walked back to his car.
Molly shut the door and took a look at her new surroundings. She wasn’t sure what to make of half the things she was seeing. It looked like she stepped into a new age store with all its crystal and incense oils. Oh my God was that a shrunken head sitting on a bookshelf! What in the world was her Grandmother into and why did she have to inherit all of it? Molly really didn’t know what to do first, so she decided to give herself a little tour of her surroundings. Besides feeling like she walked into a new age shop she also was feeling like she stepped back a century with how the house was decorated.
“Well, if I am hard up for money I guess I can just sell some of these antiques,” Molly said to herself out loud.
“You will do no such thing young lady!” A voice spoke but Molly didn’t see anyone. She turned around looking everywhere.
“Whoever you are, you need to know that I am armed,” Molly said grabbing an antique vase for a weapon and slowly walking around not sure where the person was, though whoever it was sounded close, “Come out and show yourself.”
“You put her vase down right now, young lady. If you break that I will never speak to you again!” The voice shrieked.
“Who are you? And where are you?” Molly said still holding the vase.
“I’m standing right in front of you, do you mean to tell me you can’t see me.” The voice harrumphed.
“See who?” Molly wasn’t sure why she wasn’t frightened but for some reason she remained rather calm. “I don’t understand. If you are in her house why don’t you show yourself?”
“I’m your grandmother, Nelda,” The voice said.
“Ha ha, who is it really. Is this some sort of welcome to Deja Vu joke? Come on out of your hiding place before I decide to call the cops,” Molly said starting to feel a little uneasy.
“Maybe it’s like a Peter Pan thing, all you got to do is believe,” The voice said. “In Deja Vu anything can happen.”
“I don’t believe in ghost, so you need to show yourself.” Molly said starting to get a little frustrated. If this was this town’s idea of a welcome she wasn’t finding it funny.
Just then a picture on the wall suddenly started moving from the wall towards me. The last thing Molly remembered was screaming then everything went black.
Molly woke up on the floor a little disoriented as it took her a few minutes to remember where she was and then it came flooding back. The voice, the picture coming off the wall, this was just what she didn’t need, a haunted house.
Molly had just got up off the floor when I heard the voice again, “It’s about time you got up and I thought you were going to stay on the floor all night. Might have known my granddaughter would be a pansywaist.”
Molly spun around and this time she could see a woman that resembled the only picture she had of her grandmother. The ghost was floating just above the floor and very see through, “Grandma, it’s really you?”
“Yes, honey it’s really me. I know it’s been a long while since we last seen each other but I do hope you remembered what I looked like.”
“Yeah, it’s just, how can this be. You can’t be real, I don’t believe in ghost,” Molly said as she turned and walked into her bedroom to put her things away as if ignoring the floating figure in her house would make it go away. She didn’t believe in ghost, it defies all logic. She must have just hit her head when I fainted. It was probably because of her small accident, the shock of moving into a new house. All of it was too much and she fainted. That still didn’t explain the fact that she had fainted because she heard voices and a picture came off the wall, but still there cannot be ghost in this house. I needed things to be normal here, but now I was starting to think I might be going crazy.
“Leaving the room, does not get rid of me. I am still here and ignoring me will not make me go away, dear,” Her grandmother Nelda replied.
“Whether or not you believe in ghost, it does not matter because I am here and I plan to stay,” Nelda quipped.
“Oh, no you can’t stay. This is her house now, and I prefer it to be free of ghost,” I replied still trying to not look at her. I kept thinking if I didn’t look at her she wouldn’t be there. It wasn’t working.
“Well, it doesn’t matter if you want me here or don’t because it’s my house and I am staying. You just better get used to me because I plan on staying around a while. I wasn’t ready to leave this earth when I did so sticking around this old house suits me,” Nelda said as she floated around the room.
“So is this the different that the policeman told me about. Is this town full of ghost?” I asked.
“Ghost, werewolves, vampires and about any other paranormal creature you might think off,” Nelda replied as she floated around as if that was nothing. Then she quickly spun around and said, “Wait, what policeman? You already get in trouble, you haven’t even been here a day.”
“No, but a pack of wolves ran in front of me and I lost control of her car and landed it in the ditch. A policeman named Nicholas stopped to help me and gave me a ride here,” I said nonchalantly as I kept unpacking her bag. It was a little unnerving how easy it was to talk to a ghost.
"Nicholas is a good man. We are lucky to have as our Sheriff as not many want to take on that job here," Her grandmother said, “When the town is full of the paranormal it takes a bit more grit."
Déjà vu is a small town made up of a variety of paranormal creatures who were just looking for a place that they could be themselves without having to hide from humans. It was started a few hundred years ago by a werewolf who wanted a nice place to keep his pack from getting into trouble or caught. It expanded to include vampires, fae and a few other creatures that came wondering in. It’s surrounded by a protection spell so that not just anybody could come wondering in on accident. Though from time to time they did have that odd person or two who found it, but they are usually quickly turned around and sent off. Very few humans live in Déjà vu and most of them are witches who are not really considered to be creatures like the others.
The fact that Molly found it so easily is due to her having a bit of magic in her from her mother’s side of the family. It’s also one of the reasons that she didn’t know her grandmother very well because her mother refused to have anything to do with a magical community of any sorts and didn’t want her daughter around it. Molly has no clue about the magic that is in her as her mother had her powers bound when she was young so that she could live a normal human life.
“So is everyone who lives here some sort of freak,” Molly asked, she know it was harsh but she really was doing everything she could not to freak out. If it wasn’t for the ghost of her Grandmother floating around in front of her she wouldn’t believe it. Hell, she’s still not sure I believe it.
“Now, that is no way to be, especially if you’re going to live here. Once you get use to the way they look once they let their glamour fade you won’t even think much about it. And to answer your question, yes there are normal humans that live here. Most of them are married to a paranormal person or witches like us,” Nelda snapped.
“Whoa, what are you talking about? Did you just say I’m a witch? I don’t think so, I might be a bitch some times, but not a witch,” Molly said, “That is the craziest thing I have ever heard.”
“I know it comes as a bit of a surprise but it’s true. You mom was a witch as well but she refused to use her powers as she wanted to be normal. She bound your powers when you were young so that you would never know. I think since you are going to be living her that you should let me unbind you,” Nelda replied.
“You’re crazy, this whole town is crazy!” Molly yelled. “I’m not even sure if I can stay here. This is just too much.”
“Young lady, there are a lot of really nice people in this town and you will not be calling us crazy. Just because we are different. You are a witch,” Nelda replied. “You can’t tell me that sometime in your life you haven’t felt something. Had a premonition come true or a strange dream that happened. Wished for something and it happened. Even with your powers bound there is still magic in you it’s just a lot more subtle.”
“Look this is just a lot to take in. I’m not sure if I am cut out for this. This was not what I was expecting when I came here.” Molly replied as she looked through the cabinets. “Do you have any crackers?”
“Top shelf on your right, in the back,” Nelda replied.
Molly spotted the crackers and then found some peanut butter. Her stomach was growling but she didn’t think she could handle a lot of food at the moment. She started spreading some peanut butter on her cracker, “So you live here because you a witch and is that the reason why mom would never let me come and visit you?”
“She didn’t want me telling you about being a witch, she was afraid that you might see something that could trigger something inside you. Your powers are bound but they are still there,” Nelda said eyeing her crackers.
“ A witch, you mean like those ones who fly around on broomsticks and bubble stuff in cauldrons?” I ask as I at her crackers. I went to the refrigerator and looked around for some milk.
“Nonsense, that is just stuff you see on TV, you can never believe what you see on there,” Nelda said.
“So just say that I believe all this paranormal mumbo jumbo you’re throwing at me. What sort of paranormal is Nicholas?” Molly asked though I was almost afraid of the answer.
“Oh well, he is a werewolf dear. He is the Alpha of the pack here,” Nelda said, “He is a sweet young man and very; protective of everyone in town. He is patient with some of us older crowd who might think we can do it all on our own.”
Molly was sure she must have looked about as pale as her grandmother’s ghost as she let what her grandmother told her sink in, if I was to really believe my grandmother then everything I thought was a myth was living here in Deja Vu. Molly am not sure I am equipped to deal with this information. Nicholas looked so normal and he was nice to look at but now she wasn’t sure she could look at him the same way again. Her grandmother might have been trusting of the paranormal, but I have to go on is what I have read or seen on TV. Yeah, that might be stereotyping, but I don’t think many would fault me.
“What is Jinx the man working on her car?” I asked in a whisper, not sure I wanted to know.
“He is just a simple shape shifter don’t you worry about him none, he wouldn’t hurt nobody. He does great mechanic work thought and if anything is wrong with your car he will fix it,” Nelda replied, I noticed her eyeing her last cracker.
“I bet it really sucks not being able to eat,” I said smugly as I eat her last cracker. It might have been mean but, hell I was feeling kind of mean right now. Her whole world had been turned upside down and I really couldn’t do anything about it. I had no other place to go, so I was going to have to accept the unacceptable or go crazy trying to sort it all out. I mean proof of the paranormal was sitting in her living room giving me the stink eye right now.
“I need some time to sort through all that you have told me. It’s just so unbelievable.” Molly said sitting on a stool with her head in her hands. Molly wasn’t sure how to take in the things that her grandmother just told her, about herself, this town. It’s just plain crazy.
“I will leave you to your thoughts and let you unpack some. When you want to talk just say my name and I will hear you,” Nelda said then vanished.
I decided to try and ignore her grandmother for a while, while I settled in to her new home. It might have been hers but it’s mine now and I have a few changes in mind. First to go is some of this new age voodoo looking stuff that is creeping me out. Who really needs all those shrinking heads and weird African masks? I feel like someone is staring at me everywhere I go and it is not a good feeling. I was also going to have to try and find a job in town and I was almost afraid of what types of stores a paranormal town might have.
I started taking down the mask and her grandmother came floating in like a rampaging bull, “What do you think you’re doing? That is her stuff you can’t move it, it’s there for your protection.
“How can this ugly mask protect me?” I asked as I put it back on the wall.
“Everything in here has spell that I have put on them to keep out any dangerous creatures. Just because I said that most the people who live here are harmless that doesn’t mean that there isn’t that one person who bite, so to speak. If you must take them down then you can put them in the spare room but what every you do don’t drop them and be very careful, I don’t think I can do magic from the great beyond so any spell you mess up I can’t fix.” Nelda said, and I didn’t think a ghost go get any paler but I think she was so worried she almost went invisible.
“Okay, I will rearrange one of the bedrooms and make it yours so you can still have all your things but this is her house now and I do not want to look like a weird voodoo priestess or something, this stuff is just creepy.”
The next day I went into town to see if I could find a job, but the pickings were pretty slim. Nelda said that she had had a job at the local library and they might still have an opening. I knew this was no time to be picky and surely a management degree could get me into a library this small. It was eight in the morning and I was sure it was supposed to be open, but I didn’t see any of the main lights. I pulled on the door handle and the door came open so I went inside. “Hello, is anyone here?” I said loudly thinking someone might be in the back. I should have known something wasn’t right, but I dismissed it. I could have sworn I seen something out of the corner of her eyes float by real quick but I thought it was just her over active imagination due to all the bizarre information that I received yesterday by her dear departed grandmother who has not departed.
“Is there anyone here? I asked again as I decided to check out the back section of the library. The silence was really getting eerie. I thought I seen someone sitting in a chair at the back so I walked quickly over to the chair. “Hello, I came about getting a job. Her…” I stopped speaking, what was I going to say her aunt’s ghost told me there was a job open. I already feel crazy I don’t need any strangers thinking I am crazy.
Intuition was telling me that something was not right and I should probably just back up and leave. I could come back on another day, I really didn’t need any trouble, especially being new to the area. I walked around to the front of the chair and stifled a scream. The lady looked as if she might have been in a lot of pain at the time of her death. The look forever frozen on her face. I leaned in a little closer and that is when I see the two puncture marks on her neck. Like a vampire! Molly looked around the room nervously. What if the killer was still in the library? Surely it wasn’t a vampire, there couldn’t be such a thing. Then again she hadn’t believed in werewolves or ghost either. I glanced down at the table and noticed the book she was reading. It was a herstery novel and when I glanced around I realized the irony of the situation. This poor lady was murdered in the crime section of the library. I was just about to call the police when I heard a man calling out for a woman, whom I am going to assume was this lady in front of me. This was not looking good for me especially since I was new in town and nobody knew me.
“Hey, what are you doing back there?” The man gave her a suspicious look and then he seen the lady in the chair.
“I found her this way, I swear. I came looking for a job. I just inherited Nelda Goldstein’s house, she was her grandmother.” I said backing up and away from the body.
“Stop, you best stay right where you are.” The man said sternly. “I’m calling the police. Let them know I found poor Miss Nelly murdered and I think I might just have the culprit.”
“No, you got it all wrong. I just got here and she has been dead for hours by the looks of her.” I said babbling about things I didn’t know but hoped was true. Though I don’t know how I will prove that I just got here and if I am correct on her being dead a while that her only alibi was a ghost.
While we waited for the police to get there, I gave a good look at her surroundings. I didn’t want to disturb the scene, but I had a sinking feeling that I was going to need to find out who the killer was or end up in some sort of paranormal jail nightmare for a long time. I bent down beside the body and noticed a small button, I took out her cell phone and snapped a quick picture. I knew better than to remove any kind of evidence but I wasn’t afraid to snap a few pictures of the crime scene.
It didn’t take very long for the police to show up in the form of Nicholas. This day was just getting better and better. I eyed Nicholas warily as I remember what her grandmother had said about him, he was a werewolf. Even though a part of me still wasn’t sure I believed in all that nonsense, I wasn’t taking her chances.
Nickolas paused in his steps as he noticed me, a confused look on his face, then he proceeded to the crime scene. “Molly, what are you doing here?”
“You need to arrest her Nickolas, I found her hovering over the dead body.” The man said.
“I was not hovering, I was discovering,” I said in defense and then turned to Nickolas, “I came to check on a job, I hollered but nobody answered. I decided to check around in case they were in the back and didn’t hear me come in and that is when I discovered this woman, dead.”
“I am pretty sure she is the murderer,” The man said adamantly, “She needs to be arrested. Sheriff you better do something about this and quick. Miss Nelly would never hurt anyone, she was…human.
The man said that last part so quietly that I thought I might have mistaking what he said, because it sounded like he said human. That would imply that everything her grandmother said about this town was correct and that this man and Nickolas was probably paranormal creatures.
“Lester, I will handle it. I appreciate you giving me the call and letting me know how you found things. I am also sure what Molly said was true and if it isn’t we will find out during the investigation. She won’t be going anywhere as she is not the new owner of Nelda’s place.” Nickolas said as he bent down to look at the body.
“You mean she really is Nelda’s granddaughter?”
“Yes.” Nickolas said glancing over at me. “Lester, I need you to tell me exactly what you saw, no embellishments.”
“I am offended that you think I would lie about what I seen here today.” Lester said as he crossed his arm. I could tell he was really offended and for a minute a bit of his glamour fade away, but he quickly recovered. He is an elf? I thought to herself. I was pretty sure I seen a glimpse of pointy ears, this paranormal stuff is starting to become a little bit to real and I was sure I would regret not watching all the hit paranormal movies that I thought were ridiculous. I was feeling like I had just been transplanted into one of those movies.
“Now, Lester we all know you have a way of exaggerating the truth a bit from time to time and I am not saying that you would today, I just need you to understand.” Nickolas said in a calm voice that seemed to sooth the hackles Lester had raised. I took a moment to really take in Nickolas, it was hard to think of him as a werewolf. He was good looking with his chisel chin and chocolate brown eyes. His hair was just long enough to rub against the collar of his uniform shirt and was just as dark as his eyes. As he was talking to Lester he turn and looked at me and smiled like he knew what I was thinking. I quickly turned away and started scanning the bookshelves near me.
Nickolas was so light on his feet that I didn’t hear him come over that when he spoke her name it scared me. “Molly.”
I jumped and couldn’t help but back away slightly as I will admit him being a werewolf still freaked me out. “You, scared me.” I said hoping that would explain her backing away.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, Nickolas said, as he stepped forward. I stepped back again. “You are acting awfully skittish.”
“Well, I did just find a dead body on her second day in town. I get accused of murder by the first person who sees me today. I can’t really say this town is growing on me,” I said.
“Yes, I can understand that.” Nickolas replied. “So are you settling into your house alright?”
“Well, sure I guess. It’s a bit to take in,” I said not sure if I should mention the ghost of her grandmother, but then I didn’t have too.
“And how is your grandmother doing?” Nikolas said raising one eyebrow.
“You knew the ghost of her grandmother was in that house but you didn’t warn me before hand.” I said stepping towards him but then realized what I was doing and took a step back.
“Well, I did warn you that things were a little different in this town.” Nickolas replied.
“Oh you mean like you being a werewolf?” I said. “You sort of failed to mention that part of the different.
“So your grandmother told you,” Nikolas sighed. “So how am I supposed to work into our first conversation, oh by the way this town is full of paranormal creatures and I am a werewolf.
“You would have laughed at me and thought I was crazy,” Nickolas said as he ran one hand through his hair. I realized he was kind of sexy when he was frustrated. Focus Molly, he is a werewolf. I so did not want to fall for a creature, though if I was going to he would be it.
“Yes, well it is a bit much to take in and I will admit it’s a little frightening.” I declared as I hugged herself with her arms, it was something I did when I was nervous.
“You need not fear me Molly. I am only dangerous around a full moon and I always make sure I spend my time out in the woods at that time. For the most part when I am in wolf form I can still remember who I am. I just get a bit crankier around a full moon, sort of like you ladies and your menstrual cycle.”
“You’re seriously going to compare turning into a werewolf with PMS?” I gave glared at him.
Nickolas laughed and put up his hands, “Okay maybe that was a bad analogy on my part.”
He turned serious as he took the notebook out of his shirt pocket, “We can chat more about the differences of this town at a later day, but for now we really should talk about what happened.”
I sighed, I knew there was no getting around this conversation, “I don’t really have much to tell you. Her grandmother told me that she was working here at the library before she passed on and that they might still have an opening.”
“I couldn’t afford to be picky so I came here this morning to see if I could get a job. When I got here it didn’t look like the place was open because the lights were not on in the front area, but when I checked the door it was unlocked,” I said as I paced back and forth.
“I called out, but nobody answered. I walked back to the back thinking maybe someone was in the back and didn’t hear me come in and I called out again. I still got nothing so I made her way back to the back and seen that someone was sitting in the chair, so I started talking but they were not acknowledging me.”
“I walked around so I could face the person and that is when I saw that the lady was dead with two puncture wounds in her neck. I was just about to call 911 when that guy came in and found me,” I said. “Please, tell me there are no vampires in this town.”
“I’m afraid to disappoint you but there are a few vampires in town, but they have never cause anyone any harm. It’s because they prefer a calmer and non-violent way that we allow them to stay here.”
“Yeah well it looks like one of your non-violent vampires has had a change of heart,” I said flatly.
“Well, I know that is what it might look like, but I am not saying that is what happened until the coroner has had a look. Something about the way the body looks especially the bruising around her harm makes me think it was something else. Maybe someone wanted it to look like a vampire,” Nickolas replied
“Besides the so call bite marks did see anything strange,” Nickolas asked.
“Well, now that you mention it, I thought I saw a shadow move when that man showed up. He was yelling at me accusingly and I dismissed it.”
“Okay.” Nickolas took down notes as I spoke. He folded his notebook closed. “You can go home for now, but I will be calling on you again if I have more questions.”
“Thank you, Sheriff.” I replied. I was just glad he wasn’t going to arrest me.
“You can call me Nickolas.” He said with a smile. “We are not real formal here in Déjà vu.”
“Okay, I will remember that. Paranormal, not formal. Hey that rhymes.” I said with a chuckle. “Anything else I should know about this town?”
“Yeah, people are not real receptive of strangers and by now Lester has probably told them all you killed Nelly.” Nickolas said. “I don’t think anyone would try anything but be careful and lock your doors.”
He fished out his wallet and pulled out a card, “If you need something, don’t hesitate to call.”
“Great, just great.” I said as I took his card. “I think I have just entered an episode of the Twilight Zone.”
I stepped out of the library and instantly knew that Nickolas was right, I hadn’t even been her a full day and I was everyone’s enemy number one. Whether or not I was willing to believe that I lived in a town full of paranormal creatures or not, I was determined to not let them see her fear. There were humans that lived her as well, so it couldn’t be that bad of a place. I held her head up high and quickly walked back to her grandmothers place—her place.
I don’t think I breathed normal until I closed the door of her house. Even the weird decorations gave me a bit of comfort at knowing I was out of the way of all the prying eyes that followed me home. Her nerves were shot and I don’t think I could take much more but I wasn’t prepared for what I would learn next.
“Molly, are you alright?” Nelda asked. “You look like you have seen a ghost.”
Nelda chuckled but then realized that Molly wasn’t laughing too, “What is wrong dear?”
“The librarian has been murdered. Everyone thinks I did it because I found the body,” I could verily choke the words out. I was still in a daze about everything that had happened.
“Nelly, is dead.” Nelda whispered and then she went so pale she was very visible.
“Was Nelly your friend?” I asked.
“Yes and I think I might have been partly responsible for her death.” Nelda replied as she floated back and forth.
“How could you have anything to do with her death, your dead?” I asked.
“Things about her life before her death are a bit fuzzy. I can only remember certain things and other things I just draw a blank. I can’t remember why I think it was something I did, but it’s just feels like its right there in her memory but it won’t come out. One thing I do know is that I think it has to do with why I was killed.” Nelda said that last part in a whisper.
“Killed?” I replied in shock. “I thought the police called it an accident.”
“That is because it was meant to look like one. I don’t recall it all and I know I was pushing eighty but I wasn’t feeble. I am pretty sure I was pushed.” Nelda said.
I thought this over for a few minutes then said, “I don’t get what it has to do with Nelly’s death.”
“Nelly, is somewhat of a busybody. She is always finding out things that she didn’t need to know and she was somewhat resourceful about it. The details are a bit fuzzy, but I just know that in her memories I know what got us killed I just can’t remember.” Nelda replied and then disappeared.
I took her grandmothers disappearance as her way of not wanting to talk anymore and well frankly I was fine with not talking. I have a lot of information to take in and half of it I am not even sure if I believe it. The longer I am here the more I feel like I have been zapped into an episode of the twilight zone. With a town named Déjà vu, I guess it real is only reasonable that the bizarre happens here. I would pack up and go back to New York, but I have nothing to go back too. No house, no job, no fiancé, nothing. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to creatures I thought only existed in books and movies. To being haunted by her grandmother and having to keep some of her very eccentric decorations.
I wondered around in the house not really looking for anything, but her mind was going ninety to nothing as I thought about happened this morning and what her grandmother had just told me. I didn’t know Nelly, but if she was a busy body like grandmother had said then she could have over heard something that got her killed. But what did that have to do with her grandmother’s death. She was certain that she was pushed and didn’t fall, if that is the case then there is two murders that need to be solved. Could I live in a place that were the paranormal exist? Could I trust Nickolas? He was the sheriff and a part of her knew that he would do his job the best that he could, but he was a werewolf. Or at least that is what her grandmother and he has told me. Would he put a human’s safety above those his paranormal community, a newcomer. Her innate ability to trust others especially men started at a young age when her father told me he would be coming back to see me later and I never seen him again.
It took me four years to trust Derek enough to accept his marriage proposal. It wasn’t the first time he had asked but the first time I really felt that I love and trusted him. Then in one day that trust shattered along with heart. I could tell by the way everyone stared at me as I walked home, I was guilty and if I had to make this place her home, I was going to have to try and solve this murder herself. Or at the very least help the police solve it.
I started the new day with a shower and let the warm water revitalize her body as well as her mind. If I was going to be able to show her face around town without fear of some creature tearing it off then I was going to have to try and solve a murder, no make that two murders. I didn’t know her grandmother, but I believed her when she said she was pushed. We will just have to go through her memories until we can piece things together.
First things first though, I needed to finish unpacking. It might be her house but it seems that her grandmother was not going to let me get rid of half her stuff, but she was nice enough to allow me to move some of her things from one of the bedrooms into another room as long as I agreed to not throw them away. Some might ask why I would cater to a ghost, but a part of me feels like it’s still her house since she is haunting it. For now I am okay with it, maybe I will get use to her eccentric trinkets. I didn’t have a lot to unpack as I really didn’t have a lot of things to bring with me. I was living with her fiancé and most of the stuff was his and some of the things we purchased together I just didn’t want to have the memories that were attached. I have two things that are precious to me, her books and her collection of Boyds bears. The collection was started by her mother and each year from her birthday she would get me a new one. I was raised alone by her mother and when she died last year of cancer it became her most prized possession. Looking around the room I surveyed that a trip to the store was in order to get a couple of cabinets for her collections and a bookshelf.
While I was out I decided to go to the supermarket and get a few food items, the house came with somethings curtesy of Nickolas her grandmother informed me. The supermarket was quiet which I thought was strange, I went about shopping when I spied a couple in the back arguing. Curiosity getting the best of me I slowly made her way back to see what was going on.
“I know what you have been up too!” The lady yelled, “I want to know how long it had been going on.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” The man replied, “Why don’t you just go home. I have work to do.”
“I know you were having an affair with…” The woman stopped as she turned and noticed me standing there. “This isn’t finished.”
With those words she stormed off glaring at me as she left.
“Can I help you with something?” The man replied. “I’m Joseph Hughes and I’m the owner. Sorry you had to witness that altercation, her wife is ill. She gets these fits like you seen.”
“I’m sorry I intruded on a private conversation, but you two were rather loud,” I said, “I’m Molly Abbott, Nelda’s niece. I just moved her yesterday.”
“Oh, you’re the one I have been hearing about. Everyone says you killed Nelly,” Joseph said, “If you did I think you will find there at least a few people in this town who would like to thank you.”
“Well, I didn’t. I just arrived in town yesterday, why on earth would I want to kill a woman I didn’t even know. I went there to see about a job and that was all.” I said frustrated.
“Well, just be careful. Most people don’t like outsiders.” Joseph said as he walked back into his office.
I stood there stunned. I knew what people were going to be thinking about me but to hear someone actually tell me was totally different. I quickly finished her shopping and went straight home. It was time to talk to her grandmother and see if we can get her to remember anything.
I got home and found that her grandmother’s ghost had disappeared again so I put the groceries away and got out a book to read while I waited for her to reappear. There wasn’t much to do in this town and I really wasn’t in the mood to face her accusers just yet. The day was disappearing and still her grandmother’s ghost hadn’t reappeared. I was beginning to wonder if she was gone for good. Her stomach growled reminding me that I hadn’t had any lunch and it was now time for supper when the phone rang. “Hello,”
“Hi Molly, its Nickolas. I was wondering if you might like to have dinner at me at The Cove. It’s a real good café, the food is wonderful.” Nickolas said. “I thought we could go over things again, I’m still pretty stumped on what happened. We got the coroner’s report and things are not really adding up.”
“Sure, give me a few minutes to change. Oh and directions to The Cove,” I said as I grabbed a piece of paper.
“No need, I will come by and pick you up. Until you get your car back it’s probably best not to go out walking around town. I heard all about your shopping trip to Joe’s supermarket,” Nickolas replied.
“Wow, word sure gets around. I can’t see Mr. Hughes telling you that I heard him arguing with his wife,” I said matter-of-factly.
“He was arguing with his wife? No, I didn’t know about that. I was talking about Joe asking you if you killed Nelly,” Nickolas said.
“I don’t recall seeing anyone in the store.” I said.
“There was someone in there alright. Lester seen you go in, it seems he has decided to follow you around and try and prove you had something to do with Nelly’s murder.” Nickolas said with a sigh.
“I see, then I guess I will see you in a half hour,” I said and hung up.
I went through her wardrobe several times trying to select something to wear. It shouldn’t be that hard, it’s not like this was a date or anything. If it was, I might have been more inclined to say no. Dating the sheriff of a town that thinks you guilty of murder doesn’t sound like a smart move. I also wasn’t reading for any type of relationship yet. Get over yourself, I said to herself and grabbed a pale blue V-neck blouse and a tan skirt and rushed into the bathroom to get ready. I had wasted way too much time picking out an outfit to worry too much about the rest. I fixed her hair, added a little eye makeup and blush and called it good.
“Where are you going all prettied up?” Her grandmother said from behind me and I jumped and almost screamed.
“Let’s get one thing clear, if you’re going to be living here in her house. You cannot go around scaring me like that. Make some sort of noise before you just appear,” I demanded. “You almost made me wet herself and I have no time for a shower.”
“Yes, of course dear, I am sorry. I forget that you are not use to this kind of thing.” Nelda replied floating back and forth, “You still didn’t answer her question. Where you going?”
“Not that it’s really any of your business, but Nickolas is picking me up for dinner,” I said and then added. “Don’t get any ideas, he wants to talk to me about Nelly’s murder.”
“Which reminds me, I wanted to talk to you earlier about things but I had no clue where you go when you’re not around. Could you please appear later when I get home?” I asked.
“I’m sorry I was gone today, I just needed some time to herself to think about what happened to poor Nelly,” Nelda said downheartedly.
“Oh, I understand. I am really sorry about your friend.” I said softly. I seen Nickolas pull up and walked over to the door. Before I walked out the door I turned and said, “See you later tonight. We are going to figure out who this murdered Nelly and you.”
The drive to The Cove was quiet and I really didn’t know what to say to Nickolas and it felt like there as a large elephant in the car with them. Thank goodness it was only a few miles to what looked like a very rustic café. The outside had a log cabin look and the inside had the same look. Everything was made of wood and metal. It reminded me of the cabin I went too as a kid when mom took me to the lake for vacation. Small pine trees decorated the center and deer antlers held lights in them. There was a mixture of pine sent and grease hamburgers.
Nickolas seated us in the corner where I figured he thought we would have more privacy for our conversation that was to come. A lovely young waitress came over and got our order and Nickolas must have read her mind as he said, “It’s owned by a couple from my pack.”
“That explains the rustic outdoor vibe I get,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, we tend to like the outdoor feel, it’s calming.” Nickolas replied. While Molly was still taking in her surroundings he took a minute to study her. She wasn’t plain but she wasn’t extremely beautiful either, but she had an air about her that made her attractive. He normally stuck to his kind, but he had a feeling that she was going to get under his skin. He knew she didn’t have anything to do with the murder but he was getting a lot of flak from a lot of paranormals about wanting him to charge her. He feared for her life especially once the vampires find out that whoever killed Nelly tried to frame them. He was going to have to get to the bottom of this murder really fast.
“So you wanted to talk to me about the case,” I asked bringing Nickolas out of his thoughts.
“Yes, the coroner found snake venom in the victim’s blood, so that and the fact that her blood wasn’t drained rules out vampires. Our forensics tech also figured out that the weapon that made the two holes was actually one of those large grilling forks.” Nickolas said as he cut into his steak.
“Snake venom and a grilling fork, really.” I said a bit shocked. “So someone was trying to frame a vampire, and I can’t believe I really just said that statement, it sounds so odd. Vampires, werewolves, fae, witches, it’s all so hard to wrap her head around.”
“You will get used to it if you decide to stick around. I also wanted to let you know that when the folks around here get use to you, they will start letting there glamour’s go down and you will be seeing them for what they are. It might be a bit strange at first, mostly the fae are the only ones with glamour’s, and everyone else looks relatively human. I just didn’t want you to freak out when you see an elf or goblin walking around.” Nickolas stated.
“How do you keep this town away from everyone else? Don’t you ever get outsiders who wonder in after taking a wrong turn or something?” I asked then took a bit of her chicken casserole. It was divine, I had never tasted anything like this before. “Oh, wow this is delicious. I don’t think I have ever had a casserole taste like a five star dinner.”
“Some of the local witches put a protection spell around the town. When someone who doesn’t belong comes to town they don’t see anything out of the ordinary. We are pretty speedy about setting them on their way in the direction they need to be heading. If someone needs to stay overnight by the time they get a room at the inn everyone knows to keep their glamour up.” Nickolas said.
“I suppose I will get use to all this eventually, but thanks for the warning. I might have freaked if I woke up one day and started seeing creatures.” I said with a chuckle.
“That is another thing, we don’t like being called creatures. We are prefer if you refer to use as people. I know you don’t consider us humans but everyone has feelings and well the word creature makes us sound a lot worse than we are. I won’t say that there are not some creatures out there, like who ever killed Miss Nelly but for the most part this is a pretty peaceful town.” Nickolas stated.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings. In all the books you are considered a creature. Though I admit I have a hard time looking at you and seeing a creature.” I said as I finished off her dinner.
“So if it wasn’t a vampire then do you have any idea who it might be?” I asked.
“Not a clue, but I am sure we will find something. If she had enemies surely there has to be a record of it in her house, or even at the library.” Nickolas said then took a drink before continuing so he could gather his thoughts. “I don’t want you to worry to much because like I said most everyone around here is friendly, but some of the vampires might think you tried to frame them for murder since you were at the crime scene. That and Lester is stirring up a bit of trouble.”
“I wouldn’t go out after dark until I get to the bottom of things.” Nickolas said. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“You’re serious.” I said as I sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. I wanted to be angry at him but it wasn’t his fault. “Did her grandmother tell you that she thought she was killed?”
“Yes, she mentioned it.” Nickolas stated. “I had no reason to believe her or not believe her. She couldn’t provide me with any information on who she thought pushed her.”
“Well, she thinks it has something to do with Nelly’s death. She can’t remember everything but she gets bits and piece that come back to her mind. Tonight we are going to try and jog her memory.” I told him.
“Wait now, I don’t think you should be getting involved any more than you already are.” Nickolas said.
“If you think I am just going to sit around in her house and wait and see if some vamp comes and kills me cause of a frame up job, that I didn’t do, then you have another thing come.” I said a bit loudly and others in the café were starting to stare. I leaned in closer to Nickolas and whispered. “I will go crazy if I have to stay cooped up, I have to try and help solve this murder. Especially if it helps solve her grandmothers.”
“I understand, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Nickolas said, “Please let me handle it.”
He really looked like he cared and he was probably one of those that took his job to protect and serve very seriously but I knew I couldn’t just stand by and not do anything. “I can’t just not do anything, I’m sorry. If I find out anything I will let you know. I will be as careful as I can be.”
I arrived back home around a quarter till eight and as promised her grandmother showed up in a hazy poof. It was a little unnerving how well I was adapting to the paranormal. Maybe the shock just hadn’t worn off yet, but either way, it was kind of calming having her grandmother around. I never knew her when she was alive so I kind of seen this as a chance to get to know her.
“So did you and Nickolas have a good time?” Nelda inquired. “He is such a nice young man.”
“Nelda, I am not looking for a guy to date. I just recently come out of a relationship and I not looking to go into one anytime soon. He just wanted to talk to me about what happened and to warn me not to go out at night till he is satisfied that the vampires won’t try and kill me.” I said as I dropped to the couch.
“He think the vampires her try and kill you, but why. You didn’t do anything.” Nelda said.
“Whoever killed her tried to make it look like they were the bad guys, so they are probably a little miffed at the accusation.” I said.
“Still, that is no reason for them to take things out on you. You just got here and you didn’t even know about our kind even existing till you got here.” Nelda said floating back and forth.
“I know so I told him that we were going to do our own little investigation, starting with trying to get you to remember a few things.” I said as I looked in her person for her notepad and a pen.
“Oh, I bet he wasn’t happy about that.” Nelda chuckled.
“No, he wasn’t too pleased. Needless to say it was a quiet ride home.” I said.
“So I need you to tell me everything you can think of about why you think you and Nelly was killed,” I said with her notepad in hand.
“Well, it all started a while back when I found out that Nelly had been blackmailing some of the people here in the community. I am trying really hard to remember the names on her list but it’s all really fuzzy. I think one was Joseph Hughes,” Nelda said.
“Wait, Joseph Hughes that owns the supermarket in town?” I asked. I forgot I hadn’t told her about the argument I heard between him and his wife, but then I really didn’t think much of it. Right now to me everything could be a clue.
“Yes, that would be the one,” Nelda said. “Why would you ask.”
“Well, the other day when I went into the supermarket I overheard him and his wife having a pretty heated argument. She was yelling at him about how she knew what he was up to and that she knew he was having an affair, but she seen me before she said who it was,” I said. “I really wish she would have said who it was because the lady was very angry.”
“Joseph was on her list. It had something to do with his story, but I can’t remember,” Nelda said and she fluttered different colors because she was frustrated.
“Whoa Nelda, calm down. You are turning all sorts of bright colors. It’s freaking me out a bit.” I spoke trying not to look because it really was freaky. Getting use to rooming with a spectral being is not easy.
“Do you think it was bad enough that he would have killed her and possibly you? And why would he kill you before her?” I asked as I scribbled down some notes.
“Well, if the fear of being found out was great, it could happen.” Nelda said, “I believe that everyone has a boiling point and when they reach that point, they explode.”
“I can’t say why they would get to me first unless they had seen me as more of a threat. I was a witch and that could have made me seem like I more of a threat if that person found out that I knew his or her secret.” Nelda said thoughtfully.
This wasn’t really getting us anywhere but it was at least a start. What Nelda said could be likely, the killer could have come after her first because and then went for Nelly. There was just one problem and that was that Nelda said she had protection around her house. How could someone get around her protection?
“Nelda, when I first got here, you told me there were certain items I couldn’t get rid of because they had protection spells on them. They were supposed to protect this house or at least that is what you told me. It wasn’t some elaborate way of getting me to keep those eyes sores was it.” I said eyeing a rather ugly African mask that was still in her living room.
“Yes, there are items here for protection, but there are some who can get past her protection spells, especially if they get someone to give them a spell. I admit her spells back then were weak, but I have since then had one of the other witches in town strengthen it because I knew you were coming to town and I wanted to keep you as safe as I could,” Nelda replied.
“I really appreciate your trying to protect me and trust me I hope it works, even though I have to live with these ugly mask in her house,” I said with a smile.
“So it looks like the first thing I need to do is try and see if Nelly had a list of blackmail clients. I might also ask Nickolas if he knows anything about Joseph Hughes being blackmailed or about the list. I am sure he doesn’t but right now it’s the only thing we have to go on,” I said as I closed her notebook.
“It will also give you a reason to ask that nice young man out to dinner,” Nelda said grinning.
“Nelda, I said I wasn’t interested in a relationship of any kind. Right now I especially don’t want one with a cop,” I said and got up and headed to her room, “It’s late and I am tired. Goodnight.”
I got up the next day and set out doing a bit of spring cleaning even though summer was in full swing. I didn’t have a lot of things to do and being cooped up in her home on what feels like house arrest was going to get old soon. It also made it hard for me to try and figure out who killed Nelly.
After hours of cleaning I was getting restless and decided to take a trip into town since it was still daylight. Nickolas did say it was really the night time that I needed to stay indoors. So I thought maybe a little trip to the grocer wouldn’t hurt anything.
The doorbell rang as I walked in and the first thing I noticed was the fact that most of them had let their glamour down. I heard it took a lot of energy to hold a glamour in place, and it was very much a weird site to see. I grabbed a basket and went to shopping in hopes of seeing Joseph. I tried not to notice all the stares I was getting as I walked the isles but it was really hard not to notice. It was because I had her head down that I didn’t see the man in front of me until I plowed into him.
“Hey, watch it lady. You trying to kill me like you killed Nelly. I bet you would like to get rid of me wouldn’t you, so you would have no witness to your crime.” The man said, and it was then that I realized it must be Lester.
“Are you Lester?” I asked. He looked so different from his glamour. He was short but not to the extreme. His blonde hair was straight and long, a little of it was in front of his pointy ears making them stand out. His skin was shiny and pale and his face was almost perfect except for the jagged scar along the right side of his face.
“Yes, and you must have already known that or you wouldn’t have tried to knock me down,” Lester said with a sneer. I had a hard time concentrating because he voice sounded so weird, it was a little nasally.
“I didn’t run into you on purpose, I didn’t even know it was you. You look a lot different without your glamour,” I said.
“Lester is there a problem?” A man asked who was shorter than Lester.
“Nothing I can’t handle, Thim.” Lester said still scowling at Molly.
“What are you a fairy?” I asked Lester, “You will have to excuse me but I haven’t brushed up on her paranormal crea…people.”
“Fairy!” Lester said raising his voice and it was drawing quite the crowd. “I am not a fairy, do you see wings!”
“I’m sorry. What are you then?” I asked and looked around at some of the others standing around. “Or you, your shorter than him are you an Elf?”
Right then an older man came waddling over in suspenders and a cute little hat, “Ma’am, let me help make things clearer for you as Lester doesn’t seem to have a voice right now. Lester is an Elf, Thim is a dwarf and I am a gnome. My name is Bob, or at least that is what my human friends call me.” Bob stuck out his stubby little hand and for the first time since I came into the story I smiled. Bob, was so cute and the perfect picture of what a gnome should look like.
I just got done shaking Bob’s hand when someone else called out, “Elf, dwarf, gnome, it doesn’t matter they are all part of the fairy kingdom. Some can be extremely rude as well.”
The voice came from behind me and it was very deep, so I knew it couldn’t be anyone from the fairy kingdom as he had put it, and it was to earlier for vampires. So unless there were other species here her best guess was a shifter. A shifter with a German accent, if I wasn’t mistaken.
The man made his way over to me and stuck out his hand, “Killian Schneider, werewolf. You will have to excuse Lester, he is so testy about the whole fairy remarks. I personally think he is jealous because they have wings and he doesn’t.”
Killian smile could make a person melt into a puddle, but it was a little too perfect for me to fall for, but it sure had Lester steaming. I liked it for that in itself. I took his hand in mind and it was very warm. “Molly Abbott.”
“Oh, I know who you are, I think everyone who lives here has heard a story or two.”
“Well, you shouldn’t believe everything you hear because it probably isn’t true. I haven’t killed anyone. I just got here!” I said raising her voice more than I meant to but I was frustrated. I was tired of all the accusations, the sneers and the nastiness. If it wasn’t for the fact that I had nowhere to go I would pack everything back up and leave.
“Don’t worry, Miss Abbott. I don’t believe anything that is spread around by a fairy.” Killian said giving Lester a sideways glance. He was egging him and it was working as Lester’s face was getting really red. Lester stormed off muttering under his breathe.
“Thanks for getting him off her back. It’s really bad when I can’t even go to the store without confrontation.” I said. “It’s nice to talk to someone who gives me the benefit of the doubt.”
“I always give a pretty lady the benefit of the doubt. But like I said before I don’t believe anything those fairy say. They are so overly dramatic.” Killian said.
“Well, thanks.” I said, “I should get back to her shopping.”
I turned to go when he said, “How about I take you out to lunch?”
“I don’t know, I really should get back home. The Sheriff sort of has me on lock down. He doesn’t want me going anywhere till things are settled.” I said.
“I am sure he will be fine with it if he knows you are with a fellow pack member,” Killian said as he ushered me out the supermarket. Thoughts of shopping went out the door with me.
Killian took me to The Cove, and I ordered a sandwich for lunch. I was hoping being seen with someone other than the Sheriff might ease people’s minds about me. After our lunch arrived the conversation stepped it up a notch. I figured it wouldn’t be too long before we got to these questions.
“So why were you at the Library that morning?” Killian asked.
“I went there looking for a job. I was told there might be a job opening. I inherited a little money from her grandmother but it won’t last for long. I worked as a library assistant while putting myself through school, I don’t see there being a big need for a business analyst so I thought I would fall back on the job I know just as well.” I said then took a bit of her turkey on rye sandwich. I felt a glob of mayo on her lip so quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it off.
“I see, well that makes sense. Your grandmother was the library assistant before she died and we never got her replaced. She must have told you.” Killian said and I felt that he was monitoring her surprise to the fact he knew about her grandmother’s ghost. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, so I looked as if nothing bothered me.
“So does everyone know that I inherited a ghost as well as a house?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Yes, she didn’t take long to show herself after her accident,” Killian replied, “Your grandmother was probably one of the most unique person I had ever met. It was a shame what happened to her.
“I really wish I would have known her when she was alive but my mother and her had a falling out. The one thing about her being a ghost is that I now get to know her a bit better,” I said, as I took a bit of her BLT sandwich.
“You know she just told me that I am a witch too. That my powers are bound and I can have them unbound if I want but I am just not sure. It’s been so much to take in.” Molly said.
“So you had no clue that this was a paranormal town when you got here,” Killian chuckled. “Well, I bet this is a lot to take in.”
“You have no idea,” Molly said as she took a sip of her drink, “and now I have this who murder thing to deal with, plus grandmother thinks her accident wasn’t really an accident.”
“She told me the other day that she thought she was pushed down the stairs and that it wasn’t an accident. I am hoping that once this whole murder craziness is over I am hoping to figure out who might have killed her.” I said
“Oh, that is an interesting theory, how does your grandmother know she was pushed?” Killian asked, then took a sip of his water.
“Well, she can’t remember everything but she is just sure she was pushed. Her memories come and go, I guess its part of being a ghost.” I said. “I’m hoping that we can piece together enough of her memory to catch a killer if that is what really happened.”
“So you don’t have any clues as of yet. It’s just really theory.” Killian said as he finished his steak.
“Yes, we don’t really have anything to go on right now,” Molly said as she popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth. While Killian was finishing off his steak she took a minute to really take a good look at him. He was really too good-looking for his own good, she wasn’t sure if that was a werewolf gene or what since Nicholas was pretty hot as well. Killian had slightly curly hair that fell to about the collar on this shirt and he had a short piece that kept wanting to make the superman curl on his forehead. He was dreamy but there was something about it that set off her senses. Maybe he just looked too perfect or it was just the fact that he was a werewolf, but she just wasn’t sure. She didn’t think it was that because she felt perfectly fine around Nicholas. Killian looked up from his plate and caught her staring and smiled, but the smile didn’t really make it all the way to his eyes and it was a little sinister looking. Maybe it was her new witchy senses telling her that he was trouble.
“Thanks for lunch. I hate to eat and run but I really think I should go get some groceries and go home.” Molly said as she stood up.
“It was nice meeting you Molly, and I hope things start looking up for you.” Killian said as he stood up too. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
Molly knew that she should say no, but she found herself saying, “Sure, that would be nice.”
“Great, see you around.”
Molly stopped by the store and got a few items before heading home. It seemed like people were starting to ignore her and she preferred that to the stares. If she was going to make it in this town she was going to have to figure out who killed the librarian and why. She didn’t think that her grandmother’s death had anything to do with it but it couldn’t be ruled out. She also had no clue who would want the old librarian dead.
Her grandmother said that Nelly was a bit of a busy body, so she could have come across some information that the killer didn’t want anyone else knowing. I guess people have killed for less so it was a possibility that she would have to consider. When she got home she would start a list of suspects with her grandmother’s help. Wouldn’t the make a perfect sleuthing pair a business analysist and a ghost?
She was almost to her home when a black wolf came out of nowhere and stood in front of her with a snarl on it’s face. Molly froze. She had no clue what to do as she figured it was one of the werewolves since it was larger than most wolves.
Molly remembered that Nicholas said that he still knew who he was even in wolf form so she tried talking to it. “I’m not sure who you are but I would just like to pass by and get into my house.”
The wolf just stood there and snarled at her then growled. It was there for a few minutes and then it took off running. It kind of seemed like to Molly that it was some sort of warning or maybe a get out a town snarl. Either way it scared her to death and she hurried went into the house.
That night Molly and Nelda went over any information that Nelda could remember about Nelly and who they thought might want to see her dead. Nelda couldn’t remember a whole lot but it was the only thing I had to go on at this point.
“She was a bit of a busy body and eavesdropped on people for fun, but at times the information came in handy and she would use it to blackmail people. Joseph Hughes the man who owns the supermarket she said she had something on him,” Nelda said as she floated back and forth trying to remember, “I think it had to do with his finances but I can’t remember exactly what, she only confided a few things to me before she died.”
“You know the owner was arguing with someone the other day when I went into the store. She was about to blame him for something but seen me and stormed off. I don’t know who she was but she was steaming mad.” Molly said as she wrote his name in his notebook and beside it she put financial with a question mark.
“I wish I could remember more but it just sort of comes and goes,” Nelda said as she looked out the window.
“It’s okay, you are doing the best you can.” Molly said as she watched her grandmother. Being a ghost had to be hard. You’re here but you can’t really do a lot, you can’t remember things or pick things up and Molly thought she would die if she had to set there and watch others eat her favorite foods.
“So what am I going to do with my time while I wait to see if the town decides to lynch me or not while Nicholas tries to find the real killer? It’s not like we have a lot to go on and if I tell him what I know he will get made because I am interfering. “Molly replied while she flipped on the TV, “And I cannot just sit here watching mindless junk while I wait, I will go stir crazy.”
“Why don’t you let me teach you about being a witch, it really isn’t as bad as you are probably thinking it is. I could see if I can find a spell to unbind you and get one of the witches in town to help me with it since I can’t do magic anymore.” Nelda said wistfully.
“I don’t know if I am ready for that yet. To be honest know that my ancestors are witches kind of freaks me out.” Molly said, “How did we become witches?”
“The ancestors on the female side of our family have always been witches, the powers were passed down the female line. Through the centuries it was something that was hidden away for fear of persecution. Many Kings used us for their own gain and allowed us to live. It has only been the last few decades where we could actually practice in piece in the form of the Wiccan religion.” Nelda replied as she came to stand close to Molly. Molly could tell that talking about this was really exciting to her and brought the ghost out of her melancholy mood. Though it’s strange to think of a ghost as being melancholy.
“Each witch has her own set of magic, some are good with herbs and making potions, while others are good in the garden. I use to draw my strength from the weather, I could make a mean lightning storm. Though I had other magic it was that part of me that was the strongest.” Nelda said.
“Your mom was great with herbs and potions, but once she got married and had you she just stopped. I think she was afraid of how quickly you started showing your powers and your daddy didn’t know anything about her being a witch. We argued about her wanting to bind you and it hurt our relationship. She didn’t want me telling you about our ancestors so she thought it best that you never see me. It was heartbreaking that I never got to know you while you were young, but it’s why I made sure you inherited my house and what little money I had. I hoped that someday you would come and check it all out and we could get to know each other.” Nelda said with a sigh.
“I always thought you were dead, and that that was the reason mom didn’t like to talk about you. That it was to painful,” Molly said, “I sure never thought it would because you’re a witch. I’m a witch.”
“It’s why I liked living here, I didn’t have to worry about what other would think. It might be strange and weird to you, but to those who live here it’s a place where they can be themselves without ridicule or prejudice.” Nelda said.
“I know you are scared about everything you have seen here and hearing about your background but you don’t need to fear it. When you think your ready we can meet with one of my coven friends and you can see firsthand what it’s like to be a witch. It’s not really anything like you have seen in the movies or TV. Yes, there are bad witches but it’s no different than a regular human being bad. Bad people are everywhere it’s not something you can get away from. This thing with Nelly proves it, someone in our fair community is a killer and I really want to find out who.” Nelda said.
“Nelly wasn’t the greatest person as she had her faults, but she was a nice person. I think she was just a little greedy and liked the extra money she was getting from her blackmailing skims, but I warned her it would come back to bite her. She was just lonely and she didn’t make friends very well as she was human. She was married to a werewolf in her younger days but he was killed by a rogue werebear a long time ago. She didn’t have anywhere else to go so she just stayed here, but being human here is hard when you are married into the community but to not have that spouse to help make things go smooth here it is really hard. She took over as librarian and things worked for her but she just never made many friends.” Nelda said.
“That is really sad, so her nosiness was just probably her way to cope with things, maybe even keep others off her back. If she knew things about them they would leave her alone, but she probably eavesdropped on the wrong person.” Molly said.
“Things are starting to make a little sense, but there a lot of pieces to the puzzle missing.” Molly said as she looked at her phone. They had been plotting things out most of the day and her stomach rumbled letting her know she had skipped lunch, The downside to your roommate being a ghost is that they don’t get hungry.
The phone rang.
“Hello,” Molly said.
“You should leave before you end up like the librarian,” The voice on the line said in a disguised voice.
“Who is this?” Molly asked, but the line went dead.
“What’s wrong?” Nelda asked.
“Nothing, just some prank call.” Molly said with a frown as she put the phone down.
“You’re not telling me something. What did that person say?” Nelda asked floating back in forth in front of Molly.
“It was nothing really. Someone was just reminding me of how I probably should go home.” Molly said, “The longer I am here the more I am thinking that myself.”
“I still don’t think you’re telling me the whole thing, but you shouldn’t listen to anything the others are saying.” Nelda said.
Before Molly could reply there was a knock at the door. Molly went to go answer it and found Nickolas standing there. Molly thought it was strange that he would show up right after she was threatened, it was like he must have sensed something.
21er, I could make a mean lightning storm. Though I had other magic it was that part of me that was the strongest.” Nelda said.
“Nothing, just some prank call