The past few days have been quiet. Lady Garrett seems back to her old ways. She busies herself with her own interests of reading, pruning some of her own special garden flowers, and checking on the maids of the house. Her and I have had brief, but quality conversations regarding matters of the estate. As always, I tell her everything is in order, because, to the best of my knowledge, it is in order. However, today a strange occurrence happened to me while I was in town. I had what seemed like a dozen errands to run, one of which took me to a small specialty store in town, known for selling herbs for cooking. The shop keeper made polite conversation with me about the current events of the town and he asked me how Lady Garrett has been. I replied that she was doing fine, despite a mysterious series of recent episodes that befell her. His response roused quite a curiosity in me. He said, “With what that poor woman has been through, I’m surprised she manages to make it through the day at all.” What on earth could he mean? I had far too much to do today to look further into this, but I am hoping I will find some answers in the coming days. It seems there is more below the surface of Lady Garrett than appears.
Another entry from the journal of Wallace Knowles:
June 27 –
Night has spread its dark hand over the sky and quiet has settled throughout the house. Lady Garrett and the staff have retired to their chambers for the night. I am feeling restless tonight, I cannot relax. There is something strange going on here at the estate. I had initially thought the episode of Lady Garrett’s fainting was nothing more than that. A single episode. However, after today, I’m starting to think otherwise. One of the servant girls on staff went to ask the Lady a question and when she got to the door, she heard Lady Garrett talking to someone. Initially she thought perhaps the other person was a man, since she couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation as lower voices often do not penetrate closed doors as higher voices do. Taking a chance of being caught, she held her ear closer to the door out of curiosity. She still only heard Lady Garrett’s voice. The servant girl quickly left to tell Elise, the head maid. Of course Elise, being my subordinate, laid out the sequence of events to me. In my haste, I was caught up by the desire to confront the situation head on with Lady Garrett. However, I took a step back from the situation to think things through. I suggested that we keep a close watch on our employer to if the strange events would continue to manifest themselves further. If so, we would need to consult the doctor of Lady Garrett’s condition.
From the journal of Wallace Knowles, a loyal staff member on grounds of the Garrett Estate. He lived on the estate with four others employed by the owner of the property, Lady Edith Garrett. Wallace was head of the staff. He kept a journal during his time at the estate. Here is the entry where the strange events started occurring:
June 13 –
I thought today would be a day like most. I presented the staff with the duties for the day on the estate. Maggie was in charge of preparing the meals for the day, but since Lady Garrett asked for her assistance regarding her wardrobe for the day, I offered to go into town to pick up the few items we did not have in our own garden or pantry necessary for dinner. Upon returning I found Maggie cleaning the kitchen. I asked her if the Lady no longer needed her assistance and she replied, “Lady Garrett got furious all of a sudden and verbally forced me from her chamber.” I found that to be very odd, for the Lady never used her authority to demean her staff. Curious as to her condition, I went to the door of the Lady’s chamber and knocked. No answer. Again, I calmly rapped on the door. Nothing. I took the master key from my front jacket pocket and unlocked the Lady’s door, because I had grown concerned. When I opened the door, I found Lady Garrett collapsed on the wooden floor by her bed. I yelled for help from the rest of the staff and rushed to her. “Lady Garrett,” I urged as I knelt beside her and tried to awaken her. By the time the rest of the staff arrived, she had stirred and was sitting up with a damp cloth pressed against her pale forehead. When I asked her what happened, she seemed unsure, but that it almost seemed like a waking dream. She thought she had seen a ghost – being a curious person, I must find out more. I was hesitant to question her anymore today. The ladies on staff took care of her the remainder of the day and she stayed in bed to rest. But certainly she did NOT see a ghost, I think. But some sort of hallucination certainly occurred.