TALES FROM MORTIFER HOUSE - Part Fourteen - The Nursery,
A month passed in the blink of an eye, Eleanor was busy, the children took up so much of her time. Rightly so, as she assuaged her guilt of spending so much time on the journal and being distracted by 'ghosts' who, quite frankly, she refused to accept existed, except in her own mind. This was only a temporary feeling as she battled hard to keep everything normal, she would not let anything disturb her family. However, the ghosts soon had other ideas. Rumours swirled around the town, about Florence, about Eleanor's sanity. Tall tales emerged of townsfolk having seen strange lights and once again the name of Stitchy and his mysterious disappearance surfaced. Not that Eleanor ever heard this first hand, she was well aware that people stood huddled together in the street as she passed by, her head held high. They stopped talking when she walked into the shops and polite society either shunned them or wanted to conduct seances. It had been very quiet in Mortife...