Journey into My Imagination
“Is it Susannah?” Buffy questioned. The wedge much to their surprise moved to rapidly to no. “Who is here then?” And in a haphazard manner the planchette zigged and zagged across the board, briefly resting on the letters S-T-E-P-H-E-N. “Stephen were you the husband of Susannah in life?” Their plastic guide moved slowly across the board - yes.
William entered, presumptuous and pompous, taking long arrogant strides into the room. He covered the distance between them in no time at all. “You look lovely my dear.” He said taking a long look at Susannah and running his tongue over his lips. He reminded her of a slithering snake, slimy and cold. “
In amongst the dust particles on the hardwood floors were little tin soldiers in perfect lines and the lines spelled out the words… “Release us.”
“Well honey, it’s none of my business but if that guy wants to marry you then he should be trying to sweep you off your feet not avoiding you.”
There’s some bad blood associated with that house. And when you come from a family of old Irish women you don’t brook superstition.
“For what making me feel like a fool? Letting me stand there and tell you that I knew Mr. Murray…er…you…. intimately when you were clearly aware that I did not. You think that I could forget that so easily? You lied to me.”
“Governor William T. Hughes was an established politician. He was governor of the state of South Carolina from the years 1840 until his sudden death in 1853. He was not a well-beloved figure in the history of the state. He was known to make more enemies than friends, but his wealth and political ties allowed him to secure his election each term as unjust and unfair as that seemed to the other hopefuls. There were no immediate family members known at the time of his death.”
Shannon McCauley - Author 