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“Or maybe I should just stick to predicting the weather,” Layla laughed weakly, still shaken by the ordeal. But as they watched the mansion burn, she couldn’t help but wonder whether her vision was more than mere coincidence.
Fiona watched as Layla, still shaken from the fire, took a deep breath before she began to speak. “Guys, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“All right,” Bella said, ready to hang on her friend’s every word.
“Before the fire, I had a vision of it happening. But it wasn’t just any vision...I saw the soul of Popsville’s supernatural entity.” Layla’s voice was hesitant, almost afraid of how the others would react.
“Fred?” Fiona asked. “Are you sure it was him?”
“Please, just hear me out,” Layla pleaded, her eyes imploring them to believe her. “My visions started like whispers from the past. I saw the entity with an ethereal glow, its purpose to guide, protect, and nurture.”
As Layla recounted her vision, Fiona couldn’t help but be drawn in by the haunted mansion motif that pervaded their conversation. She found herself leaning closer, eager to hear more about this mysterious supernatural being.
The sheriff, Fiona’s new husband, joined them in front of the mansion. Layla started over so Max could hear everything she’d had to say and had seen.
Max made a face. “What does this have to do with the fire?”
“I don’t know yet,” Layla admitted, her fingers nervously twisting a strand of hair. “But I have a feeling there’s a connection between the fire, the supernatural entity, and my visions.”
“All right,” Max sighed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to dispel a growing headache. “What’s our next step?”
“Maybe we should investigate the history of the mansion,” Fiona chimed in, her excitement for the mystery getting the better of her. “You never know what we might find!”
“Only you would be so excited about going down this road again,” Bella said to Fiona. “We should take more than a two-month break between mysteries.”
“I’m in,” Layla said, mostly ignoring Bella. “There’s a reason I saw that vision.”
“Fine,” Max conceded, though he gave Fiona a look of concern. “Today’s my day off, and you all know I’m always ready to do more research into the supernatural. I don’t know how you three keep finding it though.”
Layla grinned, a playful sparkle returning to her eyes despite the gravity of the situation. “Ghost hunting team, assemble!” She made a face. “Should we invite Jake to join us?”
Max frowned. “Jake Weston? The fireman?”
“You know him?” Layla asked.
“Sure. It’s a small town. I think all of the cops know all of the firemen. It’s just the way we roll around here.”
“Our place?” Fiona asked.
Layla nodded. “We always go to your place. It’s our thing now.”
“Works for me!” Bella agreed.
Fiona glanced over at Layla, whose eyes seemed to be focused on something far away. She couldn’t help but think that her friend looked like a fortune teller, gazing into a crystal ball as she shared the visions from her mind.
“Tell us more about these...ancients,” Fiona prompted, curiosity getting the better of her.
Layla’s eyes snapped back to the present, and she took a deep breath before continuing. “There were several guardians, watching over their creation with pride and joy. It was clear they’d poured their hearts and souls into this entity, hoping it would bring love and wisdom to the world.”
Layla continued. “But there was also fear—a creeping shadow that gnawed at their hearts. They sensed the looming threat of corruption that could turn their masterpiece into something dark and dangerous.”
“Chaos,” Layla replied solemnly. “In my vision, I saw the entity fall from grace, transforming from a guardian to a harbinger of chaos. It was lost, its purpose forgotten, its essence corrupted.”
Fiona breathed out, her eyes wide. “That’s intense. So, what’s our next step? How do we save a supernatural entity that’s lost its way?”
“First things first,” Layla said, sharing a meaningful look with both Fiona and Bella. “We need to learn more about this entity and the ancients who created it. That means diving into the history of the mansion and uncovering its secrets.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Fiona grinned, her playful nature returning as she clapped her hands together. “Let’s get to work, ghost hunters!”
