Forbidden Ghosts

III

*Edited* 

Braylee quickly locked her car and walked towards the entrance of the library. When she walked in she could hear a few hushed voices, but she quickly spotted a librarian and made her way towards the girl who looked to be her age.

"Excuse me? Do you have any books on the town's history?" Braylee asked when she was close enough to the girl. The girl looked up at her and slightly smiled before nodding her head and waving her hand to follow her.

Braylee followed her to a more older part of the library and the girl started pulling out a few books and handed three to Braylee.

"Those are the most up to date of the town. Are you looking for any specific year?" The girl asked and continued to look on the higher shelves.

Braylee pursed her lips for a moment, "1959? I think around that year," she said, and smiled. The girl quickly stopped her searching and looked at Braylee with question in her eyes.

"May I ask why that year?" Her expression was slightly guarded, and Braylee grew confused but nodded her head anyways.

"I just found some old pictures in the closet of the cabin I recently moved into. The date on the back of them read 1959. I was just curious on the date that's all," she said, and the girl slowly nodded her head and waved her hand again, and Braylee followed her into what looked like a storage room.

"We have some old newspapers that you might find interesting. Those will definitely tell you what happened that year," the girl mumbled, and started pulling out multiple newspapers, then she handed them to Braylee who could feel herself about to sneeze from the dust.

"What's your name?" Braylee asked, as she shifted the books and newspapers in her hand. The girl continued to leaf through the box and smile lightly.

"Willow, my mother wanted my name similar to her uncles, who passed away in 1959," she pulled out two more newspapers before shutting the box and setting it back onto the shelf.

"Was his name Warren?" Braylee blurted out, and Willow's head snapped towards Braylee's, Braylee thought she was going to get whiplash from it.

"How did you know that?" she asked, her eyes turning guarded again. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Braylee.

"I was talking with his sister, your grandmother in the grocery store just twenty minutes ago," Braylee said, and when Willow's shoulders sagged, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so defensive. Just, it's hard hearing my great uncle's name. He was a good man," she whispered, then quickly ushered Braylee out of the storage room. Braylee followed behind her and headed towards the check out area, when Willow turned around, Braylee noticed the evil eye sitting on her chest.

"Do you believe in spiritual beings?" Braylee asked, nodding her head towards the evil eye necklace as she set down her books on the counter. Willow nodded her head and started scanning the books.

"It's been a family thing for centuries, apparently multiple old family members haven't been able to fully rest since they've passed. Do you?" Willow asked and handed Braylee a new library card, along with a piece of paper.

"Not until recently," Braylee laughed slightly and looked down at the paper Willow had handed her, a phone number. Braylee quickly stuffed it into her pocket and reached forward to grab the books, but Willow's hand stopped her.

"Is it true? Are you living in the cabin where Warren died?" She whispered, hope gleaming in her eyes. Braylee didn't know what to say, but all she did was nod and Willow smiled sadly.

"I hope he gets put to rest soon," she said, and then walked towards a card filled with books and made her way to the back of the library. Braylee had no idea how Willow knew about Warren, but she didn't feel like she needed to question it, spiritual family and what not.

Braylee sighed heavily as she parked her car in front of the cabin. On the outside it looked normal, dirty and sad looking, who knows what the inside would look like.

She quickly grabbed the books and newspapers, and got out of her car, careful not to crumple the newspapers. When she opened the door, nothing looked out of place. Braylee was shocked yet confused. Why hadn't the ghost completely trashed her new home?

She set the books and newspapers on her kitchen counter and made her way back outside, grabbing the remaining of her grocery items and then headed back inside, but fell slightly short when she saw Warren, the ghost, standing in front of her kitchen counter, peering down at the newspapers.

"Where did you get these?" he asked, his voice slightly cracked at the end. Braylee felt guilty, she quickly walked by him and set the groceries down beside the fridge.