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Essay / Sep - 854
The pungent smell of homemade tomato sauce awakened the senses as Lynette and the others returned to the lodge. The tables were set for lunch. A buffet – consisting of tortellini in a creamy tomato sauce – awaited their taste pleasure. This is what the lottery ads always described as “living large.” After all the guests had eaten, Claudia asked, with a touch of melodrama, "So, you want to know more about the evil MacDonald brothers, don't you?" » Damien, following the signal, resumed the morning's history lesson. “Bryan MacDonald was the worst of the group. He had no respect for others and would bribe or beat anyone who got in his way. This was the early 1920s, remember, a time when the Church had very great influence. Most young women were saving themselves for marriage and thought that if they were intimate with a man they would go to hell. He cleared his throat and continued, "Bryan MacDonald liked a girl in town named Evelyn Ray." Miss Ray was a legendary beauty who dreamed of becoming a teacher. She refused Bryan MacDonald's efforts to dazzle her. Her rejection only made him more interested. » The guest playing John MacDonald punched his so-called brother and said, "Just like in your real life, buddy." "We're in character as John," Bryan said. “You’re no prize either.” Claudia began with the next part of the story. “Residents of Harrisville held a spring festival to celebrate the end of a harsh winter. This day started calmly, with a pancake breakfast followed by a piano recital at the church. “In the city center, all the residents met and shared a meal. The MacDonald brothers were there and they were giving samples of whiskey to some men to encourage them to buy their ...... middle of paper ...... rd voice. They check the premises and there is no one there. » “Cassette recordings?” » She shook her head. “Before, I thought like you. I happened to meet one of the local lawyers while I was having lunch in town. He encountered a client in one of the cells and also heard muttering voices. It was surreal. The ghost tour leader took us around the grounds of the prison and when you walk the grounds it gets colder in some sections. The prison is now closed, except for its holding cells. » “We also took photos,” she said. “The guide said that some nights you can see a white formation and inside that the image appears. I took a few photos and when I had the photos developed there were two orbs of white light outside the prison, but I didn't see anything when I took the photo. Anyway, I should stop talking about ghosts or you'll think everyone in Harrisville is crazy..”