“My vote is on the train station,” Brea added in.
“There’s a cruise ship on our list,” Lincoln joked, earning a glare from us all.
“No more ships or water,” I said firmly.
“Fine, fine,” he laughed. “But there’s a pioneer village I think could make some amazing content.”
“See, we’re torn,” Ryker said, exasperated at our indecisiveness. Who could blame us though? There were too many options at our disposal, and we were all desperate for anything inland. “But we’ve got time to figure it out. We could all use a break after this experience.”
“Inland for sure,” Brea said. “And I told the witches you’d be calling for some supplies.”
“Thanks,” Gavin said. “I don’t think I could hunt again without some form of ghostly protection.” Sully and Brea glanced at each other and burst out laughing like preteens. Honestly, it was a nice sound to hear after the last month of insanity.
“Time to check out,” Lincoln said with a sigh. A pang of sadness hit me as we all grabbed our bags and stood. It was always hard when a hunt ended, but this time we were parting ways with our friends and it had been nice having everyone together for a change.
“Until next time,” I told the Polterguys, shaking their hands first and then Sully’s since this was goodbye for us, too.
As we walked outside, I made everyone stand in front of the inn and snapped a few shots with my camera to remember the place by. They loaded everything into the SUV while I walked the town, Brea at my side, taking a few more pictures of the town itself for the blog.
The air in town was lighter, the fog less, and it was a nice change from the gray we were used to blanketing the town.
When we got back from our stroll, there were tears and hugs before we loaded up into our separate vehicles and made our way back to our own haunt sweet home, Shadow Ridge Mansion, so we could rest up for the next haunt that called our names. Wherever that may be.
The End.