Meet Me at the Boarding House

Chapter 4: "Adventure" at the Library

If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?

~Albert Einstien~

After I’d realized that he was gone, I’d gone to the kitchen and grabbed Roselynn.

“We’re going to the library to do some Sophie! In the meantime, try not to d-” I started to yell up at her, but stopped.

oh yeah, that won't mean much…

“Just, hang tight till we get back!” I finished. I’d forgotten she had no life to lose.

We jumped in the Impala and I backed out of the driveway.

Once we were driving Rose asked, “So, what happened while I was in the kitchen for ten seconds?”

I grinned sheepishly. “He, uh, got out through the broken salt line. He was really fast, Ro. Like, faster than Usain Bolt on steroids, fast.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“Okay, wow. why do you think he’s still here?”

I shrugged.

“Revenge maybe, or maybe he’s attached to something, like Sophie. But first, we’re going to the library to do some research on this guy, and everything he’s done.”

At the library, we talked to the librarian, who was actually quite helpful. Turns out, he believed that the house was haunted as well.

“Do you have any information or news articles on the stabbing of the girl in 1800 at the boarding house?” I asked politely.

The man at the sign-out desk looked surprised.

“Yes, actually we do. Let me pull it out for you.”

I smiled and silently nodded a thank you.

Five minutes later, Rose and I were sitting at a table at the back of the library going through the articles.

“Hey, look. His name was, uh, is, Richard Kaufman, renowned serial killer.” Rose suddenly exclaimed.

I snapped my head up from the article I was reading.

“Richard Kaufman??” I inquired disbelievingly, “like, the Richard Kaufman?”

Rose nodded slowly. “Yeeah, that’s his name. Why? Should I know who he is?”

I shrugged, “nah, he was just the leader of a human trafficking operation, not to mention a certified serial killer. No biggie.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. Well that’s news to me.”

“You seriously- you’ve ever- heard of- I just- okay uh, wow.”

She looked at me eyebrows raised.

“You seem to know a lot about this serial killer, Ce.”

I feigned a look of innocence.

“This stuff is interesting okay. It’s a hobby of mine.”

She rolled her eyes and kept going through articles.

As we’re driving home I asked if Rose had found out where Mr. Kaufman had been buried.

“yeah, in the Angelus-Rosedale Cemetery. Thats only a half-hour drive from our place.”

That is true, and before anyone questions me on how I know what to do to get rid of a ghost, I did research, and read some books. And watched a lot of Supernatural.

“Alright,” I responded, “lets stop by the house to get some stuff and we’ll be on our way.”

“Wait, we? No. Uh-uh. Someone has to stay at the house.”

I leaned my head back and groaned.

“Ugh! Fiine. I’ll stay. But first we still need to go back to the house to get the supplies.”