I knew I was there long before I even opened my eyes. I could tell by the sound of things and by the smells that dominated the place. The air was thic...k with the scent of burning wood and the smell of the sea."He's awake," I heard a familiar voice sing out with pleasure. Like a claxon sounding an alarm, it silenced the voices that I'd been listening to and drew people towards me. I smiled in response to that.I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by my mates. Samira was sitting on one side. “Well, I’m sittin’ here talking to you and you’re acting like you’re a thousand miles away!” I said, more angry than before. Wetzel’s face and neck were turning red, he started getting nervous then, he laid his hand on my knee because he knew how to calm me down when I was mad at someone else----he knew that when I was mad all he had to do was touch me and look at me with that good looking face with that worried look and I’d calm right down----I was whooped. Thing about it was, I had him going. The Mount Errigal Hotel was located near the intersection of the Old Town --Newmills Road and the road to Letterleague. It was a large stone building with a fine view of the Swilly River. Sadly, the 2400 foot tall mountain that the hotel was named for was not visible from the hotel being some fifteen miles away and behind the Derryveagh Mountains. The hotel was located just over a mile from the Newmills Grain and Flax Mill.The Sisters had little trouble driving the cart the short distance to. Anyway, I was curious so I wanted to ask the agent. He told me that he can’t rent that house because…DAMN… I feel so silly even saying this–it’s… HAUNTED.” Rachel almost jumped out of her seat. “Haunted, G?” “Yeah… that’s what he said. The place was owned by a couple named McDermott. He was some big shot businessman and she was a younger stay-at-home wife. He was really jealous—always suspecting her of playing around on him, although the agent said nobody ever remembered seeing her with.