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sense in a place where nothing else seemed to make sense. Suddenly Mandy realized that she had gotten off track here weighing the possibilities about the two Ophelia’s. The real news in the note was the emanate danger Mary was supposedly facing. Mandy turned back to her laptop to dig for information on Mary Nasson.
Mandy typed Mary Nasson’s name back into the Google search bar. As she scanned through the matches, she saw many sites boasting the epitaph from Mary’s grave, but lacking information as to a definite cause of her death. She went to other search engines, such as Bing and Yahoo, and found a couple of clues. One site mentioned that Mary was executed, another more specifically reported she was hanged.
Mandy’s stomach was churning. It was impossible to sort reality from fiction among these sites. Some sites gave Mary the glory of being the “Witch of York”, while others claimed it was merely a legend made up to attract tourists to the little town. As she scrolled through the various pages, Mandy saw multiple pictures of Mary’s grave. There was a headstone with the inscription as follows:
Here liest quite free from Lifes
Distreƒsing Care,
A loving Wife,
A tender Parent dear
Cut down in amidst of days
As you may see
But - stop - my Grief
To Soon shall equal be
When death shall stop my breath.
And end my Time
God grant my Dust
May mingle, then, with thine.
Sacred to the memory of Mrs.
Mary Nasson. wife of Mr. Samuel
Nasson who departed this life
Augst. 28th 1774
Æt. 29
A stone marker was standing at the foot of the grave like a book end. Enclosed between the headstone and footstone another stone slab was laid on top of the grave. Mandy thought this was odd. As she perused the pages further she saw that the reason for this strange setup was due to one of two things: some sites claimed it was to keep Mary’s spirit from wandering the graveyard at night, other sites gave the more logical explanation of it being a “wolf stone”.
As far as Mandy could tell, a wolf stone used to be a common thing back in the days of Mary. Family members were expected to tend to the upkeep of cemetery plots. In cases where the surviving family members couldn’t or wouldn’t, a wolf stone would be placed on top of the grave, as per Mary’s. The stone would keep animals from digging up the remains. Some of the sites Mandy came across claimed that Mary’s husband, Samuel, had loved Mary very much, but had moved away. The wolf stone was placed on her grave because he would no longer be able to tend to it.
Mandy shuddered and rubbed her arms, trying to warm them and chase the chill away. Either explanation was hideous in Mandy’s eyes. The thought of having to keep someone in their grave terrified her, as did the thought of some wild animal rooting up people’s remains. Mandy tried to push the disturbing images out of her mind. Her head was spinning with all the events of the night. A yawn overtook her and she realized it must be very late. She looked at the clock on the computer screen. 11:44 p.m. Mandy was overcome with the urge to sleep. She had to be to work at 8 the next morning.
Mandy folded up the old letters and stacked them back together. The page containing the flowers she hadn’t really gotten a good look at yet, nor the letter signed Lavinia. Then there were those pages with the strange looking recipes. She regretfully accepted these items were going to have to wait until tomorrow after work. Mandy felt like the mysterious artifacts were going to drive her mad. She was going to have to piece them together somehow and find out who this Mary Nasson really was. But it was going to take time.
Another yawn escaped Mandy’s mouth. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stared at the reflection for a moment, pondering the night’s events. If she was really a descendent of Mary, if Mary really was a witch, what did that make her? What if
Mandy typed Mary Nasson’s name back into the Google search bar. As she scanned through the matches, she saw many sites boasting the epitaph from Mary’s grave, but lacking information as to a definite cause of her death. She went to other search engines, such as Bing and Yahoo, and found a couple of clues. One site mentioned that Mary was executed, another more specifically reported she was hanged.
Mandy’s stomach was churning. It was impossible to sort reality from fiction among these sites. Some sites gave Mary the glory of being the “Witch of York”, while others claimed it was merely a legend made up to attract tourists to the little town. As she scrolled through the various pages, Mandy saw multiple pictures of Mary’s grave. There was a headstone with the inscription as follows:
Here liest quite free from Lifes
Distreƒsing Care,
A loving Wife,
A tender Parent dear
Cut down in amidst of days
As you may see
But - stop - my Grief
To Soon shall equal be
When death shall stop my breath.
And end my Time
God grant my Dust
May mingle, then, with thine.
Sacred to the memory of Mrs.
Mary Nasson. wife of Mr. Samuel
Nasson who departed this life
Augst. 28th 1774
Æt. 29
A stone marker was standing at the foot of the grave like a book end. Enclosed between the headstone and footstone another stone slab was laid on top of the grave. Mandy thought this was odd. As she perused the pages further she saw that the reason for this strange setup was due to one of two things: some sites claimed it was to keep Mary’s spirit from wandering the graveyard at night, other sites gave the more logical explanation of it being a “wolf stone”.
As far as Mandy could tell, a wolf stone used to be a common thing back in the days of Mary. Family members were expected to tend to the upkeep of cemetery plots. In cases where the surviving family members couldn’t or wouldn’t, a wolf stone would be placed on top of the grave, as per Mary’s. The stone would keep animals from digging up the remains. Some of the sites Mandy came across claimed that Mary’s husband, Samuel, had loved Mary very much, but had moved away. The wolf stone was placed on her grave because he would no longer be able to tend to it.
Mandy shuddered and rubbed her arms, trying to warm them and chase the chill away. Either explanation was hideous in Mandy’s eyes. The thought of having to keep someone in their grave terrified her, as did the thought of some wild animal rooting up people’s remains. Mandy tried to push the disturbing images out of her mind. Her head was spinning with all the events of the night. A yawn overtook her and she realized it must be very late. She looked at the clock on the computer screen. 11:44 p.m. Mandy was overcome with the urge to sleep. She had to be to work at 8 the next morning.
Mandy folded up the old letters and stacked them back together. The page containing the flowers she hadn’t really gotten a good look at yet, nor the letter signed Lavinia. Then there were those pages with the strange looking recipes. She regretfully accepted these items were going to have to wait until tomorrow after work. Mandy felt like the mysterious artifacts were going to drive her mad. She was going to have to piece them together somehow and find out who this Mary Nasson really was. But it was going to take time.
Another yawn escaped Mandy’s mouth. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stared at the reflection for a moment, pondering the night’s events. If she was really a descendent of Mary, if Mary really was a witch, what did that make her? What if
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