"You're thinking we're going to be here a few months." John looks at him, eyebrows raised, and a frown on his face. "We'll either be out of here or dead by then. I doubt whoever lived here before us got the choice of sticking around or leaving. Just a hunch."
The entire town didn't just disappear because they all decided to leave willy-nilly. They were .... well, honestly? His running theory was sacrificed. Maybe not the traditional mental image sort. But, their souls and lives given up to something. That was more common in his line of work than he'd like to admit to.
"Coblynau." John answers easily. "Welsh tradition, though everywhere else in England has a story or two about them. Most the time they're spirits of dead miners knocking on the walls to warn of danger. Peaceful blokes, deciding to stick it around to help save someone else. Usually. Unless something darker riles them up to commit murder."
He grabs the cigarette with his other hand and pulls it from his mouth so he can talk properly. "Small town up in Pennsylvania. Sorted it out, put the spirits back to ease. That's where I ran into Zed."
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The entire town didn't just disappear because they all decided to leave willy-nilly. They were .... well, honestly? His running theory was sacrificed. Maybe not the traditional mental image sort. But, their souls and lives given up to something. That was more common in his line of work than he'd like to admit to.
"Coblynau." John answers easily. "Welsh tradition, though everywhere else in England has a story or two about them. Most the time they're spirits of dead miners knocking on the walls to warn of danger. Peaceful blokes, deciding to stick it around to help save someone else. Usually. Unless something darker riles them up to commit murder."
He grabs the cigarette with his other hand and pulls it from his mouth so he can talk properly. "Small town up in Pennsylvania. Sorted it out, put the spirits back to ease. That's where I ran into Zed."