Sharon is shown in by Hannah and asked to take a seat. Hannah has the athame Sharon brought in.

::Sharon does so and crosses her legs.::

"I don't suppose you could tell me anything about the design?"

::Also sitting down, Hannah looks at the handle of the athame and pauses.::

"That's odd. There seems to be bits of ancient Gaelic mixed in with Latin. It's... pretty tough to decipher. On top of that, I really don't know any Gaelic, I can just recognise the shape, and our best Latin translator left us a good few years ago."

(And apparently passed away.)

"Still, I'll take some photographs and get back to you with a translation. This is interesting."

::She points at the family seal on it.::

"I'm sure I've seen it before somewhere."

"I ehm, inherited it from an uncle who was a priest."

(Yes...)

"A friend who knows something about these things told me it might be used in... ceremonial things."

"Certainly could be. Did you say a priest? Is it a family heirloom, by any chance?"

(Uh...)

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, so strong ties to the church... let's see if my hunch is going to take us anywhere."

::She turns to her computer and types like crazy for a while. About a minute later she looks triumphant.::

"Aha. Here."

::She turns the monitor around to show Sharon. On the screen is a black and white picture of the interior of the church the Irish will surely recognise.::

"This church - it's not in use anymore - but it's about twenty minutes from here, in a cemetary. If I just pull up a picture from the outside..."

::Which she does. The church is now shown from the outside, looking pretty crumbly but not in as bad a shape as it is now.::

"Look."

::She points to above the door. It's the same seal that's on the handle.::

::Sharon studies it for a moment.::

"Right... so... could you estimate how old it is?"

"Judging from the aging on the metal - and it has aged quite well, I'd say about two hundred years. Perhaps a little older. It was custom made for a very rich buyer, I'd imagine. Who looks like they owned this church."

"And could you find out who that was?"

"Yep. It'll probably be online, and if not, it'll definitely be in newspapers. We have them all archived on computerised databases."

(Give us your money.)

"Okay."

::Waits.::

"Let's see."

::Hannah taps more and pulls up some newspapers. She's silent for a few minutes as she works.::

"So this was passed down to you from your uncle, did you say?"

"Ehm, yes..."

(Oops?)

"Got a name for me?"

"..."

::Uh.::

"Well his name was 'Kohr', like mine, but I believe he had his mother's name, and the knife was his father's. I don't know what that name was, sorry."

"That's not so helpful. And odd, for him to have his mother's name, even if it was..."

::She looks at Sharon.::

"Twenty or so years ago."

::Ooh, is that a compliment?::

"His father died before he was born and his mother never remarried, she went back to her maiden name."

(The more lies you tell...)

"Will you still be able to find it?"

"Yes."

::Hannah smiles at Sharon.::

"I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself yet. Hannah Webster."

::She half-stands and offers her hand.::

::Sharon smiles back as she takes it.::

"Sharon Kohr. And thank you for helping me here."

"It's my pleasure."

::Hannah smiles and takes her seat again.::

"Ah. Here we go. I didn't think it'd be too difficult. The original owner of the building had it made to resemble a church - so it wasn't actually built for worshipping but when he died it was passed on to be used for that purpose."

::She scrolls a bit.::

"He was a very religious man, which is why he wanted his home to look the way it does. Hang on."

::She frowns.::

"He didn't die of age or sickness. He was killed..."

(Well that's not a surprise.)

"Who by?"

"The townspeople. Pitchforks and all. This doesn't make any sense, though."

::Hannah clicks on a few things.::

"Apparently he had many children of his own, but also adopted ones who didn't have parents, because he had the money and the space to look after them. He was a good man."

::Sharon frowns.::

"So why would they kill him?"

(Magic?)

"That's what I'm trying to find out."

::Hannah frowns and bites her lip.::

"I'll check the papers."

::She opens up a programme and types some words into the search engine.::

"Hopefully they can tell us something."

::Sharon nods and uncrosses her legs.::

(Hopefully this will actually have something to do with those kids.)

"Hm."

::Reading what's on the screen for a while, Hannah turns the monitor around and shows Sharon again. The newspaper article reads 'WELBY CHILD-KILLING ACCUSATIONS'.::

"His name was Colin Welby. He came from the settlers, sounds English to me."

::She continues to different articles.::

"Seems he wasn't as good as I first thought. They found proof."

::Sharon stares at the screen.::

(So that's what...)

"So he adopted these children and then murdered them? Why?"

"Beats me."

::Hannah reads a little more.::

"It says something about ritual work and sacrifice... but that's hardly a... Christian thing to do."

(With the athame.)

"I uh... don't suppose you could find any pictures of him? Or the children?"

"There's some right here."

::Hannah shows Sharon the pictures. The man is a heavy-built - strong, not fat - grim looking fellow in his fifties. He has slicked-back black hair and something of a walrus moustache. And fuzzy eyebrows. Sharon should recognise as the apparition that appeared and came towards her. He's not the type of man you'd want to leave your kids with. And evidently he wasn't, as Hannah scrolls down to show some of the victims. There's about twelve little boys and girls.::

"These are just some of them, though. It says there's a feature in the next newspaper with memorials to each of the... fifty eight children he slaughtered in that place."

::However, in the twelve they're viewing, the little girl that had spoken to Sharon is pictured right there, the yellowed image gently shivering on the screen.::

"That's..."

::Sharon shivers slightly.::

"Ehm... how did he die?"

"They fenced him in and burned him down. It's why the place is in such a bad. Though about fifty years later, they followed the note in his will and did it up to serve as an actual church. It was abandoned not long after, though."

::Sharon nods slowly and sits back in her chair, her mind swimming with all this information.::

(And now they all haunt it. God.)

::She quickly thinks over Hannah's last comment.::

"It's abandoned, did you say?"

::Hannah leans back from the computer and smiles grimly at Sharon.::

"Yep. Has been for over a hundred years. Crazy. Though I guess these days it's a little odd to attend church in a graveyard. Used to be how they all were, though. You know, people liked the idea of their final resting place being close to God's home. Still, that place has not been used for a long, long time. I guess it's just one of those buildings that remains there. People have probably thought about renovating it or cleaning it up but it's just never happened."

::Sharon frowns.::

(What about the priest, though? He... I suppose he might have been a spirit, like the others, but she hasn't mentioned him.)

::She affects a grin and tries to laugh.::

"I suppose it's probably full of ghosts, then."

::Hannah chuckles.::

"Sure, if you believe in that sort of thing! You never know."

(Yes you do. I do. And I wouldn't be damn well surprised if it was. Freaking ghosts.)

(I'm not going to get anything to do with the magic behind this from here, obviously.)

"You know, it's odd... one of my friends who likes, you know, the supernatural side of things went round there recently, and she said she saw a priest there."

::Hannah frowns a little.::

"What, you mean a ghost or a real person?"

"A real person. As far I know."

"Good..."

::Hannah grins.::

"Well, perhaps he was there to pay his respects. I wouldn't know, maybe if she sees him again she can ask him."