Chapter Nine:
Wednesday September 9th 1938
"Would this guy still be alive?" Blaire asked.
"It's a possibility. Let's say he was thirty when he wrote the articles in 1900. That would make him sixty eight today." I said thoughtfully.
I looked out the window. It was about twilight.
"I'd say we have enough time to find a phone and give him a call." I said with a nod.
With that, we went back to the elevator. We told the woman we were going down to the lobby and she pressed the button. Eventually we came to a stop and the doors opened. We walked into the lobby.
"Did you find everything you need?" The receptionist asked.
"Yeah, thanks." Blaire said with a smile.
We walked out the door and down the steps. We were now on the sidewalk.
"Where can we find a telephone?" Hannah asked.
"Paul's has one. We can use it." I offered.
"Okay, let's go." Blaire said enthusiastically.
We walked down the street to where the restaurant was located. We stepped in through the door. The place wasn't busy at all. Only a handful of patrons sat at the tables. We walked up to the counter and sat down on the stools. I saw a bell and rang it. Moments later a familiar girl walked out from the back room.
"Oh, hello. I've seen you two before." The girl said.
It was Anastasia, the waitress from when Blaire and I were here yesterday.
"Hi Anastasia, could we use the phone, by chance?" I asked.
She smiled, flipping her auburn hair over her shoulder.
"If you'd like. It's in the back." She answered, pointing to a door that let into a small room with a telephone.
I turned to Blaire and Hannah.
"Wait here, I'll be back." I said.
I then walked to the room Anastasia indicated. I shut the door for some privacy and turned on the light. I found the phone book and flipped through it. The man's name was Robert Christy. I flipped through the pages until I found the 'C' section. I flipped through some more and found a few people with the surname Christy. I dialed the first number.
"Hello?" Answered a woman on the other end.
"Hello, is Robert Christy there?" I asked politely.
"No, sorry you have the wrong number." She said as she hung up.
I found the second number and dialed it.
"Hello?" Answered a woman.
"Hi, is Robert Christy there?" I asked.
"No, sorry. Wrong number." She said.
I hung up and dialed the next number.
"Hello?" Answered an old man.
"Hello, is Robert Christy there?" I asked hopefully.
"Speaking." He replied.
"Mr. Christy, were you the one that wrote the articles in the early twentieth century concerning a Miss Willow Constance Lee?" I asked.
There was a pause on the other end.
"Yes, who am I talking to?" He asked, suddenly all business.
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Braxtonburg
ParanormalThe year is 1938. Max Parker is an eccentric, yet very smart fifteen year old. He is a logical thinker, a skeptic and believes that everything has a logical explanation. His uncle Connan Barker, not so much. His uncle Connan is a self proclaimed sup...