the hauntings of isla thatcher / S&C | completed

Hazel and the Flower House

"Camera's recording?" asked Sam. Colby, on the other side of the camera, nods his head. "Yes, let's get this shit started." He adds, bringing the camera to face Sam. "What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby. Welcome back to our channel, we have a special guest here with us today, Nate!" Sam howls, rooting as Nate walked into the camera's view. "You look sexy, Nate." Colby compliments. He gave him a quick wink before Sam continued the introduction. "So today, we actually traveled to South Carolina to visit a well-known location recommended to us by the property owner." Sam turns his attention to Colby, a grin plastered on his face. "Should we reveal the name?"

"Duh."

"We're here at the Flower House where a special spirit lingers. Before we start our first investigation, we're meeting up with the property owner to talk more about this spirit and get some questions answered, hopefully."

This time, Sam's holding the camera. The property seemed a bit run down, some patches of grass were dead as if it wasn't being taken care of. Bushes were once homes to the beautifully grown flowers and the small rocky path to the front door was overgrown with tall grass. "This place is giving me the fucking chills, and we didn't even get inside yet," Nate says, laughing afterward. Before Colby could knock on the door, someone on the other side swung the door open, greeting them with a smile. "Hey guys, welcome to the Flower House. Come on in." "Holy shit, you scared me," said Colby. 

"My apologies. Ever since we spoke, I was too excited to have you three visit the Flower House." 

Sam grinned. 

"It's cold in here," said Nate, softly as he eyed the entire living room. "It's cold everywhere we go, Nate," Sam answered. Sam turned the camera, panning the room as Colby followed the owner into the kitchen. Taking their seats, Nate took the camera, turning the small light above it on due to the darkness lingering around them. "Okay, so could you introduce yourself to the audience?" Sam asked, motioning his hand to let the owner know she had the floor. 

"Yeah. So, my name is Hazel Wolstar and I'm the new owner of the Flower House. I bought this place about two years ago." 

"Have you experienced a lot of paranormal activity in this house?" Colby asked. Hazel nodded.

"Oh yeah, all the time. When I bought this place, I decided to make it open to the public, you know, let people tour the place and know about this spirit's story. But my experiences have caused me to close this place to the public and open it to paranormal investigators, like you three." 

Sam's mouth was open in shock. Nate looked at his friends, wide-eyed. Colby couldn't take his eyes off Hazel. Finally, Nate asked. "Is there a specific room or place in this house that's most active than others?" 

Hazel laughed. "There are two places. In the kitchen and in the backyard. There's a garden there." 

Colby leans his elbows on the small kitchen table. "So, the spirit's name is Isla Thatcher, right?" Hazel nods in response. "Isla was known to be the sweetest person in town. Everyone loved her. She was selfless, and always helped others. I don't think I've bought a place that had a story as sweet as hers." 

Nate smiled. "Do you think Isla's presence is still here?" Sam asked. "I believe her spirit is still here, yes. But I also believe there are other spirits." 

Sam turned to the camera, shock is written all over his face as Colby's mouth dropped. "Why do you say that?" 

Hazel took a deep breath. "I always feel a war between the good and bad in this house. I feel Isla's spirit, strongly most days and other days, I feel negative energy roaming in certain places and I know Isla is tired. I just don't know who the other spirits are." 

Sam drops his hands on the table. "And that's why we're here to figure out." 

"Just a few more questions and we'll begin our first investigation." 

"Hazel, you said you bought this place two years ago, right?" 

She nods. 

"Have you found anything that could possibly give us some answers tonight?" 

"I was able to find a journal. It has a lot of entries written by Isla, herself. I haven't gone through it and I don't want to, invasion of privacy but if it'll help you guys get some answers, I don't mind lending it to you." 

Colby watched Hazel's facial expressions. Did something happen to Hazel when she found the journal? Colby was always the one to catch people's body language and expressions whenever they asked questions that the other person might be scared to answer or in fact, feel threatened because of whatever paranormal is happening around them. This would include neighbors. In most places they've traveled to, they stopped to ask neighbors the story behind the property, but sometimes, they wouldn't answer or they would tell them, be careful, this place is scary.

Sam and Nate were following Hazel up the stairs and into a bedroom as Colby waited downstairs with a camera of his own. Turning it on, he spoke. "I'm downstairs, by myself waiting for Sam and Nate to get the journal that could possibly give us some answers." 

Not even a minute into Colby's self-intro, there was a  loud thud coming from the hallway that led to the backyard. Snapping his head up, he noticed that the backdoor was cracked open. "Holy shit, guys. The backdoor is cracked open. It was closed when we got here." Colby got out of his seat and walked over to the door, panning his camera to face what he was looking at. The door was in fact, open but what caught Colby's attention was something he's never expected so soon. 

There was a small night table against the wall that had mail scattered across, however, a big spot that seemed to have had a company of some item. Walking over to the table, Colby heard a small crunch sound under his shoe. He looked down and was met with a broken vase, accompanied by water that the rug had soaked up. "I can't make this shit up, it looks like the vase was on the night table, now it's on the floor," he reaches to touch the rug, "And this shit is soaked!" 

"Hey." 

Colby jumps up high off the ground, screaming at the sudden company. Nate had his camera facing Colby to catch whatever noise he had heard when he was upstairs with Sam and Hazel. "You look as pale as my arm." Sam mocks, laughing. After realizing that Colby wasn't laughing along, he asked if he was okay. "I kid you not, Sam. This vase tipped over and broke and water is seeping through this rug." 

"It tipped over?" Hazel questioned. Colby nods, facing the camera away from his face. "That's a first." She adds. "Well, let's get that cleaned up and continue the video," Sam raised his hand, showing Colby the journal he retrieved from Hazel. 

After they cleaned the vase, they sat back down at the kitchen table. Sam flipped through the pages, shocked at how much Isla had written. "I guess we'll just pick a random entry and see what she wrote," Nate suggested, receiving agreement from the others. 

Dear Diary ...