Chocopyro

@arc Death was only the beginning for me. Lost my twin brother and my grandfather in the same year. But what you say has been my experience as well. While I was playing up a comical downward spiral, truth was, I was growing. Pain absolutely is transitory. When I outgrew the pain, others started to take notice. There I was in The Pump House bar and grill, Lithopolis Ohio. Dowsing rods at my hip. Not there to be a ghost hunter, just there for a bite to eat. Bar tender asks me what I'm in town for. I tell her I'm a psychic medium trying to find a connection between the Lithopolis Stone Query and the Canals. Her eyes light up brightly. She starts unloading about all the experiences she has had at the tavern. Cook runs in and joins in on the discussion. So I set the burger down, and I brandish the copper rods. I explain how they work, and I ask my brother on the other side how many are there. The rods start to spin. One, two, three, they keep spinning until we reach a count of nine. The pair of workers start going crazy and throwing questions left and right. I do such a good job at answering them that the cook runs in and calls the answer. The bartender calls up her fiancee who goes on to explain an experience in his previous house. Taps of three, voice mimicry, doors knobs rattling. I ask if the door knobs are iron or brass. He responds that he things they were brass. Everything he describes is a perfect example of an elemental/Fae haunting. I explain to him that three is a number of manifestation in magick, and that fae occasionally use this trick to manifest in the physical spectrum. He seems impressed with my answer. Cook comes back and explains that the owner of the Pump House wants me to return on friday because he also has questions for the spirits there. This is what the other end looks like. When the strength you attain from loss starts to fall into place. Suffer constructively. For healing is a counter intuitive process.

So recently, I've been wondering why so many locations along 33 are linked. Turns out, Memorial Street, and 33 used to be a canal. Fairfield County Infirmary, Mudhouse Mansion, The Athens Lunatic Asylum, The Wagnalls Memorial Library + its stone quarry suddenly make a lot more logistical sense. It also explains why one of the ghosts alleged that they drowned in the middle of street. Lancaster. The shit you learn when ghost hunting.