Ghost Story O'Deary Library

Published on February 10th, 2013 | by Chaz

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The Ghosts in the O’Deary Family Closet, Part 16

The O’Deary Family history is filled with ghosts.

Hello there, fellow conspiracy nuts and surveyors of the supernatural!

I am Chaz, and if you’ve stumbled upon my little corner of the Internet, you’ve likely had at least a passing interest in that mysterious building we call the O’Deary Library.

Not all is right within the walls of this house of literature, as many of you have already guessed. What you may not realize, however, is just how deep the mystery of the library runs – and how deeply linked it is to the family who established it. Join me as I take you through the mountains of evidence I’ve uncovered which all leads back to the unnatural behavior of thisĀ curious family, spanning generations and generations.

Let’s dive in.

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Now, my dear readers, if you have kept up with our little story, you know that Dillon and Elsa O’Deary took over control of the family library soon after the passing of Devin and Mary. Dillon, who had spent most of his life trying his hardest not to be an O’Deary, found that he was actually quite good at being one. I’ll tell you this much: if you believe old reports (and if you’re like me, you most certainly do), Dillon’s time as manager of the O’Deary Library was when the place was at its very peak – the finest library West of the Atlantic (and, as some added, North of the 49th parallel).

Still, Dillon was on edge. As popular and successful as the library was, he did his very best to stay out of it, still dreading some half-forgotten memory from his childhood. He would not even step a foot inside, if he could help it. Whenever he needed somebody who was inside, he would stand just outside the doorway and shout at the top of his lungs until somebody went and got them for him. Perhaps a bit paranoid, you might think, but I bet you wouldn’t say so if you had been visited by spooky specters as a child, too.

But Dillon had another fear, even greater than his fear of those haunted hallways: he feared the O’Deary curse. So far, he and Elsa had been lucky, and nothing had gone wrong in all the time they’d settled in Toronto together. But Dillon knew better than to push his luck. Always it seemed to him that a long patch of peace would eventually mean terrible things were just around the corner. He was not half wrong (and therefore not half right, either).

And so it was that Dillon and Elsa settled down to start a family. Of course, Dillon was terrified. What if his sons and daughters were as equally disturbed as his sisters – and even he himself – had been as children? What if the curse was real, and he was bringing more family members into it by having more heirs to the O’Deary legacy? He could not bear the thought.

But after some time had passed, Dillon learned to ignore these feelings. Within a few years of their arrival, Elsa gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Dillon, Jr. He was normal and average in every way imaginable, much to Dillon’s delight. He never showed any signs of creepiness, or love of gothic literature, or anything else that might have caused his father alarm. It was a huge relief, I am sure.

In fact, there was one thing more than any others which made Dillon particularly happy: little baby Junior showed absolutely no interest in the library whatsoever. It must have seemed pretty strange to the other parents when little Junior’s dislike for libraries was greeted with applause from his father!

But there is little to tell about Junior’s early life, nor of Dillon’s remaining years. Truth be told, Dillon, Elsa and Junior settled down and enjoyed the rest of their days as a family, enjoying the luxuries which the O’Deary inheritance had provided them. They were a happy, healthy family unit, and Dillon and Elsa never saw the need to have another child. Their lives were perfect.

These were glad days in the O’Deary story, all the more relieving because of the dark days which they followed. Dillon had finally begun to believe that the curse was nothing more than a product of one of Mugwort’s old tales (who, I should mention, was still alive at this point – a rare and impressive 102 years old).

But the curse was far from done with the O’Deary family. Many years passed before it reared its ugly head again, but once it did, it would not be put to rest – not ever again.

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