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- #1
She had been there that night to see it, no one was going to tell her that the ghost wasn't real, or that Alastor hadn't disappeared inside shortly after shooing them all from the premises. Not that anyone believed her, as she was prone to fits of seeing her own ghosts from time to time that ended up being little more than a curtain in a window blowing in a picture she took.
But this time, she was determined.
Every chance she got, Lydia was at the house, sneaking around to avoid being caught and her camera dangling from her neck.
She was absolutely going to get a picture of the real ghost this time, even if it meant butting heads with the circus performers and boy, did she get chased out often enough to be known by name.
It just so happened she was lurking about on the day the first of the council members came to look into the house, napping in the bushes since she'd been so rudely thrown into them after being caught trying to climb into a window whose board was just a little looser than the others.
She had sat up, rubbing her eyes and just about ready to call it a day when the cloaked figure landed in her peripheral vision. Within a second she was snapping away at her camera, very careful to make sure the flash wasn't on and the angle she was photographing from wouldn't leave any doubt to the shape taking form on her future pictures.
She didn't catch much, she admitted to herself later, but in the moment she used up all 3 rolls of film she'd brought that day just on one pony, and she had to admit, it was rather shameful of her.
But, she surmised, you never know what you could miss in those in-between moments, and it wasn't until later that she discovered why. Looking over the pictures, the undeniable symbol on the ponies' cloaked had changed, and she could only assume she'd missed someone else entering the house when she's been, well, shutting her eyes just out of reach of the house.
The symbol was clearly very different on the leaving pony compared to the approaching one, and it would be the reason she went out at night and questioned other local ponies about what it could mean.
She hadn't considered that not were there more than just 2, but 4 ponies coming and going from the house, and all of them were hooded and unable to be approached by anyone.
Lydia made it a plan then and there to keep an eye on the house even longer than usual to catch sightings of these elusive 4, determined to uncover what not only they, but those circus performers from before wanted to keep under wraps.
What had that ghostly figure said about the door? Something about opening it?
She wrinkled her nose slightly.
Oh, she was going to get that door open, just you wait.
But this time, she was determined.
Every chance she got, Lydia was at the house, sneaking around to avoid being caught and her camera dangling from her neck.
She was absolutely going to get a picture of the real ghost this time, even if it meant butting heads with the circus performers and boy, did she get chased out often enough to be known by name.
It just so happened she was lurking about on the day the first of the council members came to look into the house, napping in the bushes since she'd been so rudely thrown into them after being caught trying to climb into a window whose board was just a little looser than the others.
She had sat up, rubbing her eyes and just about ready to call it a day when the cloaked figure landed in her peripheral vision. Within a second she was snapping away at her camera, very careful to make sure the flash wasn't on and the angle she was photographing from wouldn't leave any doubt to the shape taking form on her future pictures.
She didn't catch much, she admitted to herself later, but in the moment she used up all 3 rolls of film she'd brought that day just on one pony, and she had to admit, it was rather shameful of her.
But, she surmised, you never know what you could miss in those in-between moments, and it wasn't until later that she discovered why. Looking over the pictures, the undeniable symbol on the ponies' cloaked had changed, and she could only assume she'd missed someone else entering the house when she's been, well, shutting her eyes just out of reach of the house.
The symbol was clearly very different on the leaving pony compared to the approaching one, and it would be the reason she went out at night and questioned other local ponies about what it could mean.
She hadn't considered that not were there more than just 2, but 4 ponies coming and going from the house, and all of them were hooded and unable to be approached by anyone.
Lydia made it a plan then and there to keep an eye on the house even longer than usual to catch sightings of these elusive 4, determined to uncover what not only they, but those circus performers from before wanted to keep under wraps.
What had that ghostly figure said about the door? Something about opening it?
She wrinkled her nose slightly.
Oh, she was going to get that door open, just you wait.
