The Nighte Moorin Chronicles

Chapter Thirteen

Jessica Bailey's POV ---Jess
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I was excited to see Melrik again, I love going to hear his old tales. Raven used to come, but when family "issues" got in the way she stopped coming. But I always make sure she gets the stories anyway. Sometimes I use my cell an put it on speaker for her to hear, or I would try my best to remember it and retell it to her later.

Anyway, so we finish up talking at the Cafe, an leave to go find Melrik. Typically, he lives in the woods outside of town in a cabin. But he also owns the old fashioned like bookstore just in town, with a basement and a upper level.

We walk down to the old store, an go in. We find him on a ladder putting some books away behind the counter.

"After noon Melrik!" I chirp, he smiles over at me.

"Jess! How good to see you!" Then he looks over his glasses at Raven. "Well my my, haven't seen you in some time there my lady." He says, as he climbs down his ladder.

"Hey Melrik, it has been too long." Raven says smiling, I smile too. Then lean on the counter. Melrik looks over at me, and then looks up when another customer walks in. He almost looks like the guy from the cafe. But this town is small so I shrug it off.

After Melrik waves a greeting at the man, he turns to us. "What may I help you two with?" He asks. Raven looks uncomfortable, an I beckon him to lean in;he does so.

"We need to know about the Moorin Mansion.." I whispered, he froze for a second, an glanced over at the man in the back to make sure he didn't hear us.
He straightened up, cleared his throat, and spoke.
"I apologize sir, my friend here is in need of assistance out of my store, I must lock up to not have any mishaps. I hope you understand." Melrik says to the man, in almost a voice that was sorrowful and apologetic. The man nods.

"Of course George!" He beamed an left. Melrik (AKA George Jones) locked the door an put down the blinds. Then turned to us an in a deeper, more natural voice said, "come with me".

We followed Melrik to the basement. By the stairs was a door that led to some stairs, leading to the side of the building. Inside was a small hallway, with three ways. Left was a opening to a room of coats and other nicks and knacks. The right was a opening of a couch, table, and the usual living room equip. But the last, was straight ahead down a short hallway. It was a door of strings hanging down with beads. They walked through, and entered a interesting room. It held a old fashioned desk with a antique type writer, lamp, and bookshelves of all sorts of books, an jars holding things like an eyeball, claw, small brain, or even a creature.

Melrik beckons them to take a seat, which they do after he helps remove old parchment from a small, oddly clean, sofa. He brings his chair from the desk over and sits down.

"What would you like to know about the Moorin's?"