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[phensley]

Dear Ms. Hensley,

Thank your for sharing your concerns with me. I am already quite
enchanted
with Phyllis and will certainly try my hardest to rid her of the
metaphysical
demons she is currently encountering. As for the more mundane demons
in her
life, I am hardly the one to help her with them, though from what I
have seen
of her today, she will find her way on her own.

You know, I did not know what to expect Phyllis to look like, but I
suppose if
I had been asked to make a picture from my imagination, it would have
matched
her perfectly. I am sure you are quite aware of her crisp, cultured
manner of
speaking. She is the sort of person you can easily see sitting in a
grand
hall ringing a bell for the servants who all come rushing to do her
bidding.
I bet she would have fit right into a place like Tara in "Gone with the
Wind". She is the type of person I would never in a hundred years
think of
talking to, but I found her to be one of the most intelligent and
charming
creatures (I say this in a very admiring way) I have come across in a
long
time. Heck, I am thinking of asking her for elocution lessons, as I am
quite
certain that my skills look pathetic to one such as her. I also want
to know
where she gets her clothes. Granted, she has a model's body and I have
a
child's body, but I still think I could pull off a pantsuit if I wanted
to.

Her husband, well, I suppose I should not say what I felt about him,
though
there is definitely something strange about him. I am generally not one
to
gossip and, despite the fact that Mrs. Willingham has specifically
asked that
all findings be made public and nothing remains hidden, I do not think
that
extends to personal matters, though perhaps I have the wrong of that.
Let me
end this subject by saying that I definitely feel sorry for your
friend.

By the way, have you been to Aglaura? I have to tell you that it is a
very
creepy place. There is this strange aura around the town that you
could
almost see as you drive into it. It was like looking at one of those
odd
paintings they sell at the mall, you know, the Magic Eye kind? All
three of
us reported that we had this sensation that if we squinted and looked
out the
corners of our eyes at the right angle, we were sure we would see
something.

Then there was the odd man I saw when we headed to dinner at the
Aglaura
Diner. We were all walking there, talking about what had (or in this
case,
had not) happened at the Willingham place. (Though I think it would be
more
apt to call it a palace, that place is HUGE!) If Phyllis had not been
there
to show us around, I swear I would have gotten lost at least a half
dozen
times. Need I tell you that the woman keeps an impeccable house? I
only wish
I were a tenth as neat and tidy as she is! Anyway, we were heading to
the
Diner when my shoelace came untied. I stopped to tie it as the others
walked
on, too immersed in discussion to notice I had lagged behind. As I
stood, I
felt this odd sensation and turned to see this man standing there.
This man
was pale and had very dark eyes, which would not have been as odd as
the fact
that he seemed to be watching us. He saw me look at him and slowly
backed
away and around a corner, disappearing out of sight before I could even
think
to follow him. Isn't that strange?

There are definitely some presences in the house, at least three that I
know
of at the moment. I am not sure how much detail you are really
interested in,
so I guess I will save this for another email. This email is already
far too
long and I am sure you are sick of my ramblings.


Iris Page
the Edge of Sight

[phensley]

Dear Ms. Hensley,

I always try to find the good in everyone I meet, though sometimes it
is
rather a dig, if you know what I mean. Mr. Willingham is unusual. The
sensations I get from him are something I have never felt before. I
will have
to try and spend more time with him and have asked Phyllis to try and
arrange
it, though he does not seem to be the type to go along with anything
cooked up
by yours truly. Ah well, such is life, I suppose.

Yes, there were three spirits that I encountered while we were touring
the
mansion. I fear I may have disturbed Phyllis when I did my little
trance
channel trick. She seemed rather more flustered with each room we went
into,
though I am not completely sure if it was my reporting or the fact that
there
was nary a peep, knock or odd mist to be found until her husband came
home,
and even then it was all human made.

Now, as to the presences that I felt, I do not want to say too much
until I
have confirmed what I sensed, but there were definitely three. The
first was
a young girl, perhaps no more than 12 or so. She gave off the
sensation of
someone quite depressed and lonely. I do not know yet if she is a dark
presence, but the darkness definitely surrounds her.

The second time I felt something was actually a linked pair; a man and
a woman
who, in no uncertain terms, wanted everyone to get out of their house.
They
gave me the image of the Willingham's flying through the air, landing
in a
heap with their antiques in a pile next to them. I would say that
these might
be the cause of the destruction we were shown today.

As for the third presence... well, that one is much harder to pin down.
Have
you ever stood in front of a big Sequoyah tree? You can almost sense
the age
of it and feel its life force pulsing through it. That is the
sensation that
I received from this third entity. I am only speculating, but I
believe that
there is a portal open in their house and whether that is what I am
feeling,
or what I am feeling is an entity that exists on the other side of the
portal,
I am not yet able to say. I can tell you this though, as I
concentrated on
the strong sensation of ancient maleness, it seemed to grow stronger
and
closer, as if it would wrap itself around me like a shawl. It knew I
was
there and was well aware that I knew it was aware of me. It seemed not
to
care one way or another, which is unusual in and of itself. Most
entities
either run when you sense them or puff themselves up and demand
attention as
they thrive on that sort of energy. This energy though was different.
I know
one thing for a fact, it is darkness. Nothing but darkness. But not
only is
it a denizen of the dark, it is also old, powerful and, I have to
assume,
wise. This energy frightens me, not for myself, but for Mrs.
Willingham and
anyone else who may have come into contact with it unwittingly. I face
these
things daily and cannot afford personal fear, as they feed on that, but
I am
concerned as to the effect this energy could have on those in the house
and
the surrounding area.

Please try and convince Phyllis to come to our B&B for a while. I
think the
change of scenery might do her good.

Iris Page
the Edge of Sight

i've sent phyllis an email asking her to leave the house for a while.

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EMAIL: New one from Iris

[phensley]

Dear Pam,

No, of course I do not mind your using my first name. To be honest, I
am not
all that formal of a person and prefer the more friendly modes of
address.
Please do not worry about your friend. We made a lot of progress today
and I
am fairly sure that we will start to find some answers before long.

I know that Phyllis was in her office typing out emails for much of the
day, I
believe she was a tad miffed that we asked her to please vacate the
area where
we were working, but really, there are reasons for it. She has asked
to be
present for all aspects of the investigation and it is my gut instinct
to not
fight her on it, though it tends to cramp our style just a tad. I told
her
that she could observe from afar if she was willing to trust me when I
told
her I needed to be alone. She seems to understand that so far. We
will see
how we do as we go forth.

Today we managed to sit Phyllis down and got her to answer as many of
our
questions as we felt she could answer. We are very interested in the
Ashram,
a group whom Chris actually did some study of years ago. We are
actually
planning on trying to find the site, but so far no one has been open to
our
pursuing that manner of questioning.

Do you know this town has more portals, presences, entities and odd
energy
than any other I have been fortunate to come into contact with? I had
heard
reports of some dancing books at the library and Phyllis took pains to
try and
convince us that all of these troubles began with the opening of an old
trunk
that she now stores in her home. I guess the trunk was found in the
library,
supposedly sealed away for a long time. I find it odd that someone as
young
as Sarah Wyatt would have artwork in such an old trunk. I honestly
believe
that neither Mrs. Dobbs, nor Phyllis understand how the artwork got in
there,
so I do not buy into the circulating story that one of them snuck the
paintings in as a means of jacking up their price.

Ah, libraries are such magical places. Not only do you find the
energies of
the people who have resided there, poring over the books with delight,
but you
often can get an emanation of energy from the books themselves. There
is an
old saying that writers breathe life into the books with their own
blood,
sweat and tears, and I truly believe that. Of course, I should note
that the
Aglaura library has... how do I say this... more of a sense of the
characters
contained within the stories than any other library I have been in.

I wonder if the oddities I found within the library building have
anything to
do with the graffiti that I saw on our way in. Phyllis claims she did
not see
it, and had Chris and James not said they didn't see anything either, I
would
have wondered what game she was playing. It was there, I tell you! It
was
there as clearly as these words I am typing are here on my screen. I
must
admit that this put me rather on edge, as I do not generally have the
second
sight, despite the fact that my bloodline is renowned for its skills in
the
psychic realm.

Oh, Chris and James are here to head out to dinner. I will tell you
the rest
when I return. Phyllis told me that she communicates with a lot of
people
such as yourselves and I hope that you will do me the favor of sending
this
along to the others. I find it tedious to have to write the same
things over
and over, especially when no one has asked me any questions! Now, if
people
were to ask me questions, just try and shut me up.

Iris Page
the Edge of Sight