SWNOVELS Chapter 5
Once again Monty and Gloria Sullivan were standing in the basement of the Sullivan’s mansion. Monty observed some of the confidence that Gloria projected, was not there anymore. Standing next to Monty was a much more subdued Gloria Sullivan. “Mr O’Hara,” she said. “I know all this paranormal shit is not real, but lately, I have been having real vivid dreams of mythical creatures, Faeries, Werewolves, and Leprechauns. One Leprechaun claims his name is O’Hara. None of these dreams are frightening or anything.” Gloria carries on. “As I know none of these creatures are real, so the dreams must be because, due to my father, having placed these sorts of things, into my mind.”
She failed to mention how a major feature of these dreams included a certain hansom Irishman, Montague O’Hara who kept on “saving” her from these mythical creatures. After Monty has “saved” her, in some of these dreams, they continue on. Monty featuring in a different role, a much steamier interaction with the hansom Mr O’Hara.
Standing next to Gloria, Monty has a strange and unaccustomed feeling. He feels the need to protect her, keep her safe. Normally when standing next to a woman like her, attached to a family with deep pockets of wealth, his only thoughts are concerned with coming up with a cunning plan slice off a small portion of this wealth for himself.
The lid to the chest was closed. Monty recalled Frank saying how, it was when he opened the lid, was when all the worries of his world seemed to pass through him. So Monty opened it.
Opening the lid of the chest, and having a look down inside, for a moment Monty felt the strange feeling of something passing through him. As a total non-believer, it must be his imagination, this is just his mind, playing tricks on him, all because of what Frank had told him happened when he opened the chest. He told himself this, the alternative, it was real was not acceptable to his non-believer mind. If, at this time, he had turned towards Gloria and observed the startled look, present on her face, he may have reconsidered this initial opinion. She has also felt something as the lid of the chest opened.
Looking closely Monty saw that the chest seemed to be almost empty. The only thing it contained were a couple of small rocks. Peering more intently, just to make sure he had not missed anything, yes just a couple of small and somewhat ordinary rocks. When Monty was certain, that was all that was in the chest, he closed the lid.
After a few moments silence, he heard from Gloria,
“Well that was all a bit weird.”
Frank Sullivan knows Gloria thinks he is loosing his marbles. Opening that old chest, logic tells him, that there is no way any unseen whatever thing, could exist, that would affect him in any physical way. As unbelievable as it may be, Frank knows when he opened the lid on that old chest, something did come out.
Frank has been concerned about his daughter, Gloria. Gloria’s mother Kathleen died when she was only little. Bringing up a daughter, by himself was not something he had been comfortable with. As money was no problem, and she was smart, Gloria had gone to all the best schools and has done well for herself. Now thirty-one years old Gloria would be one of the toughest young lawyers around. Gloria had got her toughness from him, but being only tough could make for a sad and lonely life. He wanted his daughter to experience some of the things that the tough, hard-nosed younger version had been lucky enough to experience many years ago.
That experience was true love. It was all a, way to brief a moment in his life, the short time that Kathleen was the center of his universe, but at least he did get to experience it. He wanted Gloria to experience this “true love”, as he has in the past. He could not see this happening at the present time. All the men in her life, seemed to be adversaries. Her whole life was taken up by her dedication to her work.
Monty was back in the Brooklyn College’s Academic Library. He was looking at some of the creatures from Celtic Mythology. All of which he has previously considered to be bullshit, created in the minds of terrified peoples to explain the natural world that has since been found to adhere to a set of science derived physical laws that control the entire universe.
The ancient Norse cultures developed a myth that thunder and lightning were caused by the god Thor and his hammer. Static electrical charges that build up in the clouds dissipating to the earth as lightening, all in line with the physical laws of the universe, and not a bad-tempered god, having a bad day, being the real cause of this loud and spectacular phenomenon.
Stuck right in the middle of his skeptical mind though, since his first encounter with the mysterious chest, in the Sullivan basement, he has been experiencing these weird dreams.
Starting from his knowledge of Celtic myths and legends, the first creature from dreams that came to mind were Far Darrigs. Far Darrigs are evil tricksters who take pleasure in terrorizing people. Mythologically they’re also associated with causing nightmares in children. They carry a sack, which they use to kidnap people.
These dreams did not quite fit the “Far Darrig” profile. He had not been terrified by any of these dreams, though the dreams central character, Leprechaun O’Hara, trying to fix him up with Gloria Sullivan, could be considered a bit of a nightmare.
Leprechauns, would be the most iconic of all the Irish folklore creatures. Leprechauns are not the scariest things around, not evil, like some other mythological creatures. The Leprechaun of Irish folklore just likes to stir up a bit of shit.
All the ancient mythical creatures of Irish mythology seemed to by tradition, stay close to home, though it was hard to tell. This was because all the myths and legends of all of Indo-European had some common threads running through them. The Indo-European top deity, was the sky father or Dyeus who became Zeus to the Ancient Greeks. With many of these gods of European mythology, basically the same god, different names in different cultures.
Grasping at straws, as he did not believe any of this mythological bullshit, What if all of these mythological magic creatures leprechauns, Far Darrigs, Fear Gortas, or any other of these mythical creatures they may come across, require a bit of Ireland to materialize into the real world, or in this case in people’s dreams. That old chest has come out to America with the Sullivan clan.
What if they brought the rocks in the chest, with them. A little part from the home in Ireland they were leaving forever. This is something he will need to look into.