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Spectral Resonance capture of ectoplasmic residual signature obtained from Mr. Buchanan's office.
You have demonstrated your interest in the thwarting of these miscreants. Yet much work remains. Any great change must expect opposition, because it shakes the very foundation of privilege. Forces are at work that will demand your detective skills as you move forward to finally lift a shroud from these injustices past.
I swear this is the truth. Every word of it.
We’d just blown the safe. George was shouting something, but I couldn’t hear him, my ears were ringing. We enter the office – it was very cold in there – we must have blown windows out. The combination lock was shattered and the safe was easy to open. It was not full of cash like promised.
I started looking through the piles of papers and records, throwing them out. At the bottom were a couple of small record boxes – in one was the watch you caught me with, some jewelry, and a wad of bills – so at least there was cash – I pass that to George – I reach for the other box, hoping for more. Inside is a gold chain and more papers – I grab the chain and am about to empty the papers into the mess all around when George jerks me upright and is yelling – I barely hear him, but I can see he is yelling. And pointing.
In the doorway is standing a figure, in a uniform – how did the police get here so quickly? But the uniform – isn’t right – it is old-fashioned, and more like army than police. And a bowler hat. And how is it I can see him – we’ve nothing but a weak flashlight. George yells again – ‘ghost!’ I faintly hear. I drop the box, which had suddenly become ice-cold. We back away into the opposite wall, and the ghost glides over to the vault door, hovering over the fallen boxes and strewn papers, and glares at us. His mouth is working but I still don’t hear anything clearly. George suddenly makes a dash for the door and I follow him in a beat.
The ghost doesn’t move from his post, and as I rush past him, some of his words are clear – great change must expect opposition, because it shakes the very foundation of privilege. – and more, indistinct, threats to not return to this town. I swear, that is exactly how it happened! I don’t care if you don’t believe me, but get me out of this town. I’ll sign but only if you get me a quick trial and I get state penitentiary. Not the local jail. Yeah, we high tailed it out of there, to the river, by the mill. Took a boat, and rowed down-river. We’d planned to go back to our camp, clean up, and take our time out of town, but that ghost. That cold. Needed to get out now.
Sworn by my Frank Clayton
This day of March 19, 1909
Next Challenge: The Library Labyrinth
Rumors abound about ghosts at the campus library. Perhaps next we explore there. Is it possible our spectral friends know one another?
(This Challenge will be released later in the week…)