Spooky Battlefield Park Halloween Notice

[King]

The Manor and grounds will be open to the public if anyone wants to do something with it.

Basic rules.

Don't steal anything, because not only are the Manor employees watching -- but all those ghosts are too.

If you're bringing offerings to the spirits. Be sure to bring some for Grace, the Squire of Battlefield Park, as well. She likes candy and tacos. She'll be in command of the Manor since I won't be around. If she isn't there - then the headless horseman looking ghost is in charge.

Don't do anything dumb. Please don't set fires to anything. Pick up your candy litter. Be respectful of those who may be there to visit lost loved ones.

Have a safe Halloween.

~ Terry King, Baroness of Battlefield Park

[Hocus Pocus]

Xzavier showed up as soon as the manor opened to the public, dressed in plain jeans and a black t-shirt, with a backpack over one shoulder and an old acoustic guitar over the other, ignoring the living as he strolled the grounds and conversed, perhaps unsurprisingly, with the dead. He asked them how the were, and if there was anything he could do for them. From time to time he played them a song, and other times he read to them from one of the books stuffed in his pack, or pulled out a laptop and looked things up for them. It was unexpected that they would remember tomorrow what he'd told them of their descendants today, or that they'd find a permanent peace in a momentary melody, but one by one, for brief periods, he eased their pain and made their Halloween a little easier. His heart ached for them, for all the lost and troubled souls left behind by the act of death, like shadows burned into the walls by the light of an atom bomb.

He didn't leave until the closing of the manor forced him, on promises to various spirits and ghosts that he'd return as soon as he could.