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McGregor Museum remained silent, empty at night. Many believed the ghostly nun walked her rounds at night. Max, claiming to have seen her as he spun that yarn throughout his high school career. John remained skeptical. The two boys once dared each other to tour the museum after dark, neither boy did contrary to their brave boasts, they were afraid of her. But the nun knew, she heard them telling each other a fabricated account breaking into the museum. She'd seen both come through on a school tour, passing right in front of her. She knew the lie two childhood friends shared.

She knew the soldiers of several wars, caring for the young men scared to face death. She stayed by them, heard their confession, blessed each in the Lord's forgiveness, offered their final rites and lay them to rest. War was not the Lord's work, war was the evil of men unleashed. She remembered their fearful eyes staring beyond pain, beyond awareness, knowing life was ending and they were to leave this world untimely. She dared not cry with these young men, her tears could not reflect their fears. Let heroes pass in peace, let them. She knew the Rudd family, what scandal they buried somewhere inside the manor walls. Family portraits and old bullet holes. 'There are definitely spirits residing here, they seem friendly.' This old house was her house now and something threatened that.