Published on February 17th, 2013 | by Chaz0
The Ghosts in the O’Deary Family Closet, Part 17
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 this curious family, spanning generations and generations.
Let’s dive in.
It began (as it so often did) in the halls of the library.
It was many years later, and Dillon and Elsa had grown comfortable in their old age, perfectly secure in their happy, uneventful lives. Dillon, Jr. (or just Junior, as his father called him) had developed into a handsome, promising young man – not creepy or strange in the slightest, to his father’s secret delight. The O’Dearys were all very happy; and, as history has shown us, that is almost never the case. But life was good, and they had very few cares. For awhile.
According to all accounts, it began suddenly one evening, without warning. There had not been a sight or sound of anything out of the ordinary in all of the years since the disappearance and death of the O’Deary Sisters. But then…
Late at night, the current librarian (Mrs. Pennybottom) was preparing to close down the library. Mrs. Pennybottom was a strictly organized, by-the-books (pardon the pun) kind of woman, and she followed her procedures to the letter until they had become second nature to her. Tonight was no different. She dusted the reception desk, neatly stacked the reserved books and did her mandatory rounds, making sure there were no stragglers attempting to remain behind after closing. She walked up and down the silent aisles, extinguishing lights as she went. “Closing time! Is anybody still here?” she’d yell, to nobody in particular. Her voice would always simply bounce right back to her, echoing off the walls. Nobody ever answered.
Until that night, when somebody did.
No other report has survived the passage of time – or, at least, the ones which did are too conflicted to be of any real use. One thing can be agreed upon, however: all eyewitness accounts from passer-bys confirm that there was an extremely shrill shriek. They say it could be heard for seven blocks around (but this seems unlikely).
Moments later, Mrs. Pennybottom came flying out of the front door of the library like a bolt of lightning. She took off down the street with no shoes, no jacket, and having seemingly not realized that she’d lost her wig somewhere along the way. She sprinted thirteen blocks in the snow, without stopping, and arrived at the police station. The official police record states that she collapsed in the middle of the station, bumbling about ghosts, demons and – according to one report – leprechauns and unicorns.
A thorough investigation of the library took place. Of course, nothing was found (except for Mrs. Pennybottom’s wig). In fact, the only out-of-place thing in the library was a slew of books that were thrown haphazardly onto the floor. It was widely assumed that Mrs. Pennybottom had, in her fright, spilled them on the floor. It was later discovered, however, that all of the misplaced books were written by Dora O’Deary, one of the now infamous O’Deary Sisters. They seemed to have jumped off the shelf all by themselves.
And thus began the first true tale of the Ghost of the O’Deary Library, and the curse of the O’Deary Sisters. The townsfolk now had a name and a face (or two!) to attribute to those supernatural specters in the library.
Historians have made significant note of this particular paranormal event for other reasons, however. Though this was in fact the first “sighting” of the Ghost of the O’Deary Library, it was also the first of something else: the first time a creepy circumstance coincided with the death of an O’Deary descendant.
That’s right: it was later confirmed that Dillon O’Deary has passed away peacefully in his sleep that very same night. Many conspiracy theorists speculate that the two events are linked – some even go so far as to declare that they occurred simultaneously.
Either way, it was just the beginning.