Published on March 10th, 2013 | by Chaz0
The Ghosts in the O’Deary Family Closet, Part 20
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.
No matter what people thought about the end of the O’Deary line, it was a ways off still. The sisters were still very young, and Aiden and Liza had a long ways to go before old age.
In the meantime, the four O’Deary Sisters grew up as a single, inseparable unit. Nothing could keep them apart. It was a welcome change of pace from the usual sibling rivalry story and, better still, the kind of heated and troubling wars that had been known to break out between O’Deary children. Things certainly seemed to be on the mend for the O’Dearys, and that’s a fact!
The girls were adventurous, whip-smart and had a healthy curiosity for everything around them, much like the O’Dearys that had come before them. They went everywhere together, always looking for new things to learn and discover. And seeing as nobody seemed to care about the ghosts in the library anymore, Aiden had no issues with telling his daughters spooky ghost stories from their library’s past; some real, some exaggerated, but never the gruesome truth about some of their descendants. This he kept a dead secret, and did not permit anybody within his earshot to discuss the terrifying events of his family’s past in front of his children. The evils of the past had been laid to rest; he, at least, would not be the one to revive them.
So it was that the girls became enamored with the library and all of its dark secrets. They spent hours poring over every crack, every crevice, every nook, every cranny. Rumors of secret rooms and hidden passages danced in their heads, and they would not rest until they’d discovered every last one of them.
Ava led the charge. As the oldest of the sisters, she was the most curious, the most adventurous, the most intelligent and brave. Her little sisters would follow her into any situation, no matter what kind of trouble they might get into. They were just that close. Such a shame, what happened to them!
Then one day, things changed.
While looking for a good book in the library late one night, the young Ava O’Deary began to feel that something wasn’t quite right around her. There was an eerie sense of foreboding that she had never felt before. Of course, knowing full-well all the stories her father had told her as a girl, she suspected that she was about to experience her first supernatural occurrence. She was delighted. Being such a curious girl, Ava was much more intrigued than frightened (though I imagine there must have been just a tiny touch of fear, too!).
Then – BOOM. She was knocked on the head from behind!
She spun quickly around to see who had done it. To her surprise, there was nobody there – nothing except for a rather large book, lying on the floor. Rubbing the back of her head and peering into the darkness, Ava became acutely aware that was alone – completely alone. There was not a single person left in the library’s halls. She must have lost track of the time reading and been left behind after closing. It wasn’t the first time this had happened; nor would it be the last.
She walked the halls, calling out for the culprits to show themselves. When none appeared and she had satisfied herself that she was in fact alone, she returned to the scene of the crime. Stooping down, she lifted the heavy book which had struck her. It was old and cracked, and seemed to have never been read. Her eyes ran down the cover, and she read aloud:
“The Haunted Library by Dora O’Deary”.