Our eyes briefly stared at each other, as we tried to understand what just happened, and why it happened.
I was trying to make out why the walls of the room would be masked with XIII all over.
We sat down at the dinning table and heard him play the same 80s music over and over again on the gramophone inside the mysterious room.
Two hours passed, and at the time, the towns' people must have passed out and woken up.
Mr. Mack was still inside the room with his sick daughter.
My Dad walked up to the door and took a deep breath. He held the knob and decided to turn it.
"No! Don't come inside." A loud angry voice said.
"Is everything okay? We are about to leave for our investigation and would like to know if everything is okay." My dad replied.
"Everything is fine. Just leave." Mr. Mack said.
Minerva looked distrupt, she kept looking back at the door when we were leaving the cottage. I recognized that pouting face, whenever she gets on her emotional side. Her eyes will be watery and dull, she will make less eye contact but still look into an empty distance to think.
We drove to the Sallybrook town's square where we separated and moved to our various objectives. Minerva and Jude has to check on the history of Sallybrook from the town's library and my Dad and I will do what ever he says.
"So where do we start Dad?" I asked. We stood and leaned against his car.
"We will start from the weirdest place in this weirdest town." He walked two paces and looked back at me.
He was wearing his one hand bag, probably had anything he needed inside, including Gadiels Black Book.
We came to a wooden shack with a wooden sign; STACKWEATHER CAN TELL THE WEATHER enterprise.
I almost laughed at the branding of this enterprise.
"Like I said, we look at the weirdest place is this weird town." He laughed and we walked to the door.
I honestly found it weird that such a town will have a fortune teller.
A cougar opened the door half way to see who it is as we knocked.
"What are you looking for?" She said.
"We are tourists and we just arrived here, we would like to must ourselves from your services." My Dad said. He faked a southern American accent.
I straightened myself and looked around the town inquisitively to give the impression that we are new here.
She took long pause.
"Are you law enforcement? Because these crazy folks in this town will tell tourists not to knock on my door."
"As a matter of fact they did." My dad said. He licked his lips. "But the fun is where you they tell you not look right?"
"Oh right." She said, as she slowly closed the door.
"I bet you have have souviners." My dad held the door and waved some money in front of her.
She unlocked the door and let us in.
The shack was like a museum of all the weirdest artifacts you could think of.
There was a skull with 3 eyes sockets, some had one eye socket. There were a jars of weird little creatures suspended in a preservation liquid.
I stopped looking around at a point because one item after the next was becoming grosser and weirder.
She sat as down at a round table, with a ball of crystal in the middle after giving us a tour of the shack with some little bit of exposition. It looks like the table was made for fortune telling or something.
"On our way here, we saw all of the town's people waking up from the floor like they were sleeping, why is that?" My dad asked.
Her eyes widened and she relax her back in her chair.
"So you're reporters." She folded her arms.
My dad and I looked at each other.
"We are fictional writers, we think we can draw inspiration from anything happening here into our book." I said before my dad could say anything that could throw us out.
He slipped some money in front of her.
She looked uninterested.
My Dad added more and she smiled.
"So when did this start happening?"
"It started after the annual Carnival, about 3 months ago."
"What's this annual Carnival?"
"Once a year we have this bright coloured carnival, it's like a picnic on a large scale, with games, fireworks and everything. It's sort of our tradition, like our Christmas."
"So just after this celebration all this sleeping started happening?"
"Yes, in the middle of the day? They just fall and sleep. Of course I'm not affected because my house is hexed and protected from all evil things." She said.
She was now counting the money and checking if it's real.
"Did anything odd happen at the carnival? Anything out of place?" I asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary" she said and paused, squinting her eyes a bit.
"Anything?" My dad asked.
"There's this mountain fellow in Sallybrook who came running hysterically screaming my daughter is Dead please help me, my daughter is Dead I need help." She said.
My dad and I looked at each other and looked back at her.
"And did he get the help?" My dad asked.
"Oh we all thought he as drunk like everyone else besides we saw him with is daughter the next day. But it was actually because he pulled the same trick 3 years ago during the carnival. He was screaming his wife is Dead please help me buh it was found that his wife left him."
"He told you his wife left him?"
"Yes." She said. "He is one mysterious fellow."
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