Chapter 1 Update 7
- Location
- New York
[X] Now that you think about it....
-[X] Where is the witch?
-[X] Why do you think she is nice?
-[X] Who could know more about the witch?
-[X] How long have you been here?
-[X] How did you get here?
-[X] Where are your parents?
-[X] Where is the witch?
-[X] Why do you think she is nice?
-[X] Who could know more about the witch?
-[X] How long have you been here?
-[X] How did you get here?
-[X] Where are your parents?
"Do any of you know where the witch is?" Maya asked, turning back towards the children.
"I don't know." Elizabeth shrugged.
"I think she's hiding." Lucas suggested.
"Okay. Well why do you think she's nice?"
"She used to bake pies for the village before she was a witch!" John smiled.
"Before she was a witch? When did she become a witch?"
"When the village decided that she was a witch." William answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Who could know more about the witch?"
The kids took a second to think before Mary spoke up.
"Ooooh I know, Mr. Martin!" Mary exclaimed.
"Yeah! Mr. Martin knows everything!" Lucas agreed.
"Who is Mr. Martin?"
"Mr. Martin owns all of the land in the village. He has a really big mustache!" William grinned.
"Is Mr. Martin on this train?"
"Uhhh, I think so." William scratched his head.
"How long have you guys been here?"
The kids went quiet for a moment, the confusion on their faces evident.
"I-I don't know..." John answered, a frown growing on his face.
"Interesting." Maya muttered as she scribbled in her notepad. "Do you know how you got here?
"I don't know." Mary answered, rubbing her forehead.
"Me neither." Elizabeth chimed in. The others murmured in unison.
"Okay well... do you know where your parents are?"
The children looked at each other. There was another brief silence, the children thinking as deeply as young children were capable of thinking.
"I don't know." William said. You could see him and some of the other kids were now holding back tears.
"It's okay." Maya said, not wanting to push the ghost children any further. "Thank you for your time children."
Instantly the children smiled and went back to singing and playing. You and Maya stepped away from the group and whispered to each other.
"What do you think?" You asked.
"I feel for those children." Maya frowned. "To be used like this."
"Used?"
"There's still a lot of unknown speculation about how ghosts manifest themselves in our realm." Maya explained. "But one surefire sign that a ghost was summoned by somebody else, is partial or full memory loss about the ghost's past life."
"Someone summoned these ghosts here?"
"Either a human being or a more powerful ghost." Maya mused. "I need to get more information."
[] Time to move on to...
-[] There was a woman in a very, very, old-fashioned dress, her hair in tight curls and a parasol in her hand. She was sitting by the window, staring off into space.
-[] There was a man in a suit, his top hat pulled low over his eyes. He was smoking a cigar and muttering to himself.
-[] There was a man with religious robes on, floating in the middle of the aisle. He was wearing a cross around his neck and reading a book.
[] Maya can stay here and talk to the rest of these ghosts. You were gonna go to another car.
-[] Head toward the front of the train.
-[] Head toward the back of the train.