Published on February 3rd, 2013 | by Chaz0
The Ghosts in the O’Deary Family Closet, Part 15
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.
Many years passed. When last we left off (as I’m sure you remember), the O’Deary family was quite in shambles. With Dora and Gregory dead, Dhalia disappeared, Devin and Mary sick with grief and Dillon having completely abandoned the family, things had reached the lowest of their very low points. I did warn you when we began, after all; this is far from a happy tale!
But now we must leave behind the tale of the library for a little while. Instead, our story follows young Dillon O’Deary and his adventures across the countryside.
The youngest O’Deary sibling managed to live a relatively normal life after leaving Toronto (and his family) far behind; at least, for a little while. It was sad life, however, and Dillon often found himself very lonely. With no family or friends to call his own he wandered from town to town, making his way further towards the western edges of Canada without any clear direction or purpose.
Things went on like this for years upon years. In fact, when we next pick up our story with Dillon, nearly 15 years have passed! Now in his thirties, the young O’Deary would soon discover that he was destined to be the last of his line.
But before we get to that, there is a crucial piece of the story that we cannot skip over. In spite of Dillon’s many years of lonely wandering, he eventually met and married a young woman named Elsa.
Now, Elsa was an academic scholar. And yes, I know what you are thinking: another scholar! Indeed, though Dillon was determined to have nothing to do with his family, he still found himself married to a woman who carried on the “family trade”, so to speak. Together, the pair continued to travel the countryside, experiencing all of Canada first hand. They lived and worked together quite happily for years, never settling in one place too long, always searching for new places which would expand their knowledge.
But their happy, quaint life – separated from the curse of the O’Dearys – was not to last. Soon enough, fate came knocking, and Dillon was forced to answer.
Sometime in his late thirties (as the story goes), Dillon received word from far away in Toronto that his father had passed away. It had been many years since the last living O’Deary descendant had thought about his family; things had been hard, alone on the road, but they always seemed better than the tragedy that followed his family name. Now the full weight of what he had given up came rushing back to him, and Dillon resolved to take Elsa and return to Toronto to comfort his mother.
But even that proved vain for poor Dillon. Though he and Elsa raced back to Toronto as fast as they possibly could (which, to be fair, was not nearly as fast as it would have been today), they found that they were too late. Mary, too, had passed away only days before their arrival. Dillon found himself to be the last living heir of the O’Deary bloodline.
He was devastated. Though he knew that he made a hard choice in leaving his family behind, he always believed that it would be the best for everybody. Now he was less sure. Why had he not come back sooner? Or at least sent word? His parents did not even know that he was married! They had never met Elsa. Now they never could.
But more than anything, Dillon found that he was ashamed of what he had done. Abandoning his parents after the loss of two of their children had been wrong, and being now a mature and grown man, he regretted it deeply. And being unable to apologize, Dillon was in constant grief in the following weeks and months. A very understandable reaction, I think.
After inheriting everything from his parents, Dillon took that regret, bitterness and resentment and turned it towards the library. He was determined to sell the vile place and rid him and his family of the curse once and for all. It had caused his family nothing but heartache in all of the years that they had owned it, even from before his birth.
But Elsa stopped him. “I know that you feel badly for the void that grew between your parents and you,” she told him, “but selling the library that they put so much of their heart and soul into is not the right way to make amends. Rather, you should keep the library, and we will make it into a place that your family would be proud to have been the namesake for.” And Dillon knew that she was right.
Together, Elsa and Dillon settled into a life in Toronto as the new owners of the O’Deary Library. In the years following the tragedy, it had fallen into disrepair, closed and unused, but the new owners took it and made it beautiful again. The people returned, and the O’Deary Library was once again the pride and joy of the city.
And thus began the second generation of O’Dearys to run the library – a legacy that would last even to this day.