"No unusual guests or strangers acting out of the ordinary?" No, wait there was a man that stopped a robbery, during dinner last night," the innkeeper...replied, tapping his chin and trying to act nonchalant. "But there was not anything too unusual. He was good with a sword, though." What did he look like?" Normal height and all, well, except for his white hair. Yes, white hair, very strange now that I think about it, and his eyes, green they were, with specks of gold, not that I have seen much. Cab drivers reported a girl disappearing out of their taxi when they approached the graveyard gates.In the seventies, there came reports of handprints burned into those iron entrance gates. Some claimed they were Mary’s but cemetery officials said the prints appeared after an accident when a truck ran into the gates. Even so, many people said they’d seen her ghost and sightings were reported all the way up to nineteen-eighty-nine…ooOooJessie was nervous, scared even. In the week leading up to. I know what most of you are thinking right now, you’re thinking ‘why did you allow Emma to do that to you?’, and to be honest, I was thinking that myself while I was kneeling there gagging on my own pissy underwear. I’m normally a strong, independant woman. Hell, I can manage the household every time my husband is away on business, and I’m not one to sit back and let someone walk all over me either. So why did I let Emma take over and order me to do those depraved things? Well, I’m a little. In all I had commitments from ten couples.Not a lot but sufficient for a private party. I did invite Mark'sboss from OSI Software Development. I had the feeling that thecourtesy would not go un-noticed. I am a sneak at heart.I booked Rico's Flamingo Lounge at Weir's Beach and the forty five minute drive from Manchester's West Endgave me ample time to snuggle up to my man. We drove pastConcord on I-93. When Mark started to laugh."What's so funny?" I asked."Don't bother with the directions any.