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“Is the station running?” Ryker asked. At this time of day, the parking lot was empty, so it was hard to tell.
“Yes,” Victor said. “The last train runs before the tour, though.”
“Have you ever encountered a place like this? With ghosts that aren’t consistent?” a man in the crowd asked.
“Actually, no,” Victor said. “I don’t think I have. Why don’t we ask our professional ghost hunters here?”
I glanced over at Lincoln, seeing if he wanted to answer for me.
“Well, Brea used to investigate on her own so she might have a different answer. As for us, we only encountered a similar haunting once before. It was an old city council building that was previously a jailhouse. We chalked it up to negative energy, but it definitely could have been something similar to this.”
He turned to me and gestured for me to take over.
“I don’t think I’ve encountered anything like this. Generally, we do a lot of research on the history of a place, kind of like Victor here has done for Bellmore, and there’s usually someone that stands out. We figure out why they’re haunting or what they’re doing, and put a face to the activity. So no, I would say this is a very unique haunting.”
Victor beamed at our answer. He took pride in this town and the tour. As he should. He put a lot of work into it.
When he started walking again, there was a bit more enthusiasm in his step. I couldn’t blame him. Having someone else validating your findings was an unmatched feeling.
“Now we get to go to my favorite haunt in this town. And no, don’t worry, it’s not the cemetery. We actually have no reports in the cemetery.”
“Thank the lord for that,” someone muttered under their breath, making us all crack up. It was funny how people reacted on tours like this.
People love to be scared and a tour guide who knows where to go and where not to go gives them a safe place to explore. But the moment you put them in a haunted building that has a story attached, they started to get nervous.
Even the skeptics.
“This building here was originally the first bank in Bellmore. Now, it has been converted into an apartment building in recent years. We never realized it was haunted until people started staying the night.”
He gestured at the apartment building ahead. It was just as quiet as the other buildings and I wondered what the tenants thought about their home being on display like this.
“The tenants report knocks on the doors late at night. Some have said there’s a loud creaking and metal shifting like somebody opening a bank vault. They even hear the chimes over the doors that no longer exist.
He paused for dramatic effect.
“It seems someone is still going about their business in this town, not realizing that the location has changed.”
We all turned to the dark lobby and I swore for a moment I saw a flash of something behind the glass. No one else reacted, so I kept that news to myself. This town definitely had a history and the spirits to back it up.
Usually, with this level of activity in one condensed place, there was a lot more to the story than simple death or strong emotions.
This place used to either be sacred land or some sort of hotspot.
There are certain places in the world that energy was drawn to. It built in that location and grew over the years.
I had a feeling Bellmore was one of those places.
At this point, it was so cold outside that my hands were going numb and my cheeks burned from the cold. I was about ready to ask for a coffee pit stop when he announced that we were on the final leg of the tour.
“Now that you’ve seen a few of the buildings in town and you know a little bit of the history of Bellmore, we’re going to the final location. This building is one of our newer buildings, but it was built on the remains of a funeral home that burned down when one of their incinerators exploded. It was ruled accidental, but with the amount of activity here, I’m not so sure supernatural forces weren’t at play.”
“What is it now?” someone asked, peering around for a sign. I didn’t see one either.
“This was rebuilt as a community center at one point, but then they built a bigger one across town. Since it was abandoned, it’s been several things—a gym, a church, a banquet hall. Nothing ever lasted very long. Now, I like to refer to it as the Bellmore Ghost Society’s Headquarters.”
He typed in a code outside the front doors. The keypad flashed green and the door unlocked. Victor pushed the doors open, and a light flared to life behind him, illuminating a lobby.
They’d gone over the top, making it into a gothic dream. The walls and furniture were black and the carpets a dark gray.
