“There is absolutely no way that you all are staying overnight!” Toni glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was just past ten at night. The re-enactors would be returning in a couple of hours. She’d shown the crew around the kitchen and the mysteriously repaired dining room ceiling and carriage house door. As far as she was concerned, they’d documented every strange occurrence. Surely they had enough footage to piece together an episode. Toni’s regret was mounting and quickly giving way to panic. While taking them on the tour, Toni realised that everything she’d shown them could have a rational, earthly explanation and everything she’d told them could be simple fabrication or fantasy. Toni was silently grateful that she’d omitted her most personal encounters with the ghost of John Buckman. “It was my understanding that you guys would be in and out before my guests returned! I’m running a business here. I can’t have you all hanging around when they arrive.
