Only a few tables on the porch were still occupied when Jeremy reached Herbs. As he climbed the steps to the front door, conversations quieted and eyes drifted his way. Only the chewing continued, and Jeremy was reminded of the curious way cows looked at you when you approached the pasture fence. Jeremy nodded and waved, as he’d seen the old folks on the porches doing.
He removed his sunglasses and pushed through the door. The small, square tables were spread through two main rooms on either side of the building, separated by a set of stairs. The peach walls were offset1 by white trim, giving the place a homey, country feel; toward the rear of the building, he caught a glimpse of the kitchen.
Again, the same cowlike expressions from patrons as he passed. Conversations quieted. Eyes drifted. When he nodded and waved, eyes dropped and the murmur2 of conversation rose again. This waving thing, he thought, was kind of like having a magic wand.
Jeremy stood fiddling with his sunglasses, hoping Doris was here, when one of the waitresses ambled3 out from the kitchen. In her late twenties or so, she was tall and reed-thin, with a sunny, open face.
After making himself comfortable near a window, he watched the waitress approach. Her name tag said rachel. Jeremy thought about the name tag phenomenon in town. Did every worker have one? He wondered if it was some sort of rule. Like nodding and waving.
“Can I get you something to drink, darlin’?”
“Do you have cappuccino?” he ventured.
“No, sorry. We have coffee, though.”
Jeremy smiled. “Coffee will be fine.”
“You got it. Menu’s on the table if you want something to eat.”
“Actually, I was wondering if Doris McClellan was around.”
“Oh, she’s in the back,” Rachel said, brightening. “Want me to get her?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
She smiled. “No problem at all, darlin’.”
He watched her head toward the kitchen and push through the swinging doors. A moment later, a woman whom he assumed was Doris emerged. She was the opposite of Rachel: short and stout5, with thinning white hair that was once blond, she was wearing an apron6, but no name tag, over a flower-print blouse. She looked to be about sixty. Pausing at the table, she put her hands on her hips7 before breaking into a smile.
Jeremy blinked. “You know me?” he asked.
“Of course. I just saw you on Primetime Live last Friday. I take it you got my letter.”
“I did, thank you.”
“And you’re here to write a story about the ghosts?”
He raised his hands. “So it seems.”
“Well, I’ll be.” Her accent made it sound like she was pronouncing the letters L-I-B. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I like to surprise people. Sometimes it makes it a little easier to obtain accurate information.”
“L-I-B,” she said again. After the surprise had faded, she pulled out a chair. “Mind if I take a seat? I suppose you’re here to talk to me.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss if you’re supposed to be working.”
She glanced over her shoulder and shouted, “Hey, Rachel, do you think the boss would mind if I took a seat? The man here wants to talk to me.”
Rachel poked10 her head out from behind the swinging doors. Jeremy could see her holding a pot of coffee.
“Nah, I don’t think the boss would mind at all,” Rachel responded. “She loves to talk. Especially when she’s with such a handsome fella.”
Doris turned around. “See,” she said, and nodded. “No problem.”
Jeremy smiled. “Seems like a nice place to work.”
“It is.”
“I take it that you’re the boss.”
“Guilty as charged,” Doris answered. Her eyes flickered with satisfaction.
“How long have you been in business?”
“Almost thirty years now, open for breakfast and lunch. We were doing the healthy food thing long before it was popular, and we have the best omelets this side of Raleigh.” She leaned forward. “You hungry? You should try one of our sandwiches for lunch. It’s all fresh—we even make the bread daily. You look like you could use a bite, and from the looks of you . . .” She hesitated, looking him over. “I’ll bet you’d love the chicken pesto sandwich. It’s got sprouts11, tomatoes, cucumbers, and I came up with the pesto recipe myself.”
“I’m not really that hungry.”
Rachel approached with two cups of coffee.
“Well, just to let you know . . . if I’m going to tell a story, I like to do it over a good meal. And I tend to take my time.”
Jeremy surrendered. “The chicken pesto sandwich sounds fine.”
Doris smiled. “Could you bring us a couple of the Albemarles, Rachel?”
“Sure,” Rachel answered. She looked him over with an appreciative12 eye. “By the way, who’s your friend? Haven’t seen him around here before.”
“This is Jeremy Marsh,” Doris answered. “He’s a famous journalist here to write a story about our fair town.”
“Really?” Rachel said, looking interested.
“Yes,” Jeremy answered.
“Oh, thank goodness,” Rachel said with a wink13. “For a second, I thought you’d just come from a funeral.”
Jeremy blinked as Rachel moved away.
Doris laughed at his expression. “Tully stopped in after you swung by for directions,” she explained. “I guess he figured I might have had something to do with you coming down, and he wanted to make sure. So anyway, he rehashed the entire conversation, and Rachel probably couldn’t resist. We all thought his comment was a hoot14.”
“Ah,” Jeremy said.
Doris leaned forward. “I’ll bet he talked your ear off.”
“A little.”
“He was always a talker. He’d talk to a shoe box if no one else was around, and I swear I don’t know how his wife, Bonnie, put up with it for so long. But twelve years ago, she went deaf, and so now he talks to customers. It’s all a person can do to get out of there in less time it takes ice cubes to melt in winter. I even had to shoo him out of here today after he came by. Can’t get a speck15 of work done if he’s around.”
Jeremy reached for his coffee. “His wife went deaf?”
“I think the Good Lord realized she’d sacrificed enough. Bless her heart.”
“Every time something unusual happens, I’m always to blame. Comes with the territory, I guess, being the town psychic17 and all.”
Jeremy simply looked at her and Doris smiled.
“I take it you don’t believe in psychics,” she remarked.
“No, not really,” Jeremy admitted.
Doris tugged18 at her apron. “Well, for the most part, I don’t, either. Most of them are kooks. But some people do have the gift.”
“Then . . . you can read my mind?”
“No, nothing like that,” Doris said, shaking her head. “At least most of the time, anyway. I have a pretty good intuition about people, but reading minds was more my mom’s thing. No one could hide a thing from her. She even knew what I planned on buying her for her birthdays, which took a lot of the fun out of it. But my gift is different. I’m a diviner. And I can also tell what sex a baby’s going to be before it’s born.”
“I see.”
Doris looked him over. “You don’t believe me.”
“Well, let’s just say you are a diviner. That means you can find water and tell me where I should dig a well.”
“Of course.”
“And if I asked you to do a test, with scientific controls, under strict supervision19 . . .”
“You could even be the one to supervise me, and if you had to rig me up like a Christmas tree to make sure I wasn’t cheating, I’d have no problem with that.”
“I see,” Jeremy said, thinking of Uri Geller. Geller had been so confident of his powers of telekinesis that he’d gone on British television in 1973, where he’d appeared before scientists and a studio audience. When he balanced a spoon on his finger, both sides began to curve downward before the stupefied observers. Only later did it come out that he’d bent20 the spoon over and over before the show, producing metal fatigue21.
Doris seemed to know just what he was thinking.
“Tell you what . . . you can test me anytime, in any way you’d like. But that’s not why you came. You want to hear about the ghosts, right?”
“Sure,” Jeremy said, relieved to get straight into it. “Do you mind if I record this?”
“Not at all.”
Jeremy reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved22 the small recorder. He set it between them and pressed the appropriate buttons. Doris took a sip of coffee before beginning.
“Okay, the story goes back to the 1890s or thereabouts. Back then, this town was still segregated23, and most of the Negroes lived out in a place called Watts24 Landing. There’s nothing left of the village these days because of Hazel, but back then—”
“Excuse me . . . Hazel?”
“The hurricane? Nineteen fifty-four. Hit the coast near the South Carolina border. It pretty much put most of Boone Creek25 underwater, and what was left of Watts Landing was washed away.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Go ahead.”
“Anyway, like I was saying, you won’t find the village now, but back near the turn of the century, I guess about three hundred people lived there. Most of them were descended26 from the slaves that had come up from South Carolina during the War of Northern Aggression27, or what you Yankees call the Civil War.”
“So Union Pacific came through to set the railroad lines, which, of course, was supposed to turn this place into a big cosmopolitan29 area. Or so they promised. And the line they proposed ran right through the Negro cemetery30. Now, the leader of that town was a woman named Hettie Doubilet. She was from the Caribbean—I don’t know which island—but when she found out that they were supposed to dig up all the bodies and transfer them to another place, she got upset and tried to get the county to do something to have the route changed. But the folks that ran the county wouldn’t consider it. Wouldn’t even grant her the opportunity to make her case.”
At that moment, Rachel arrived with the sandwiches. She set both plates on the table.
“Try it,” Doris said. “You’re skin and bones, anyway.”
“Better than anything you can find in New York, isn’t it?”
“Without a doubt. My compliments to the chef.”
She looked at him almost coquettishly. “You are a charmer, Mr. Marsh,” she said, and Jeremy was struck by the thought that in her youth, she must have broken a few hearts. She went on with her story, as if she’d never stopped.
“Back then, a lot of folks were racist32. Some of them still are, but they’re in the minority now. Being from the North, you probably think I’m lying about that, but I’m not.”
“I believe you.”
“No, you don’t. No one from the North believes it, but that’s beside the point. But going on with the story, Hettie Doubilet was enraged33 by the folks at the county, and legend has it that when they refused her entrance to the mayor’s office, she put a curse on us white folk. She said that if graves of her ancestors would be defiled, then ours would be defiled, too. The ancestors of her people would tread the earth in search of their original resting place and would trample34 through Cedar35 Creek on their journey, and that in the end, the whole cemetery would be swallowed whole. Of course, no one paid her any attention that day.”
Doris took a bite of her sandwich. “And, well, to make a long story short, the Negroes moved the bodies one by one to another cemetery, the railroad went in, and after that, just as Hettie said, Cedar Creek Cemetery started going bad. Little things at first. A few headstones broken, things like that, like vandals were responsible. The county folks, thinking Hettie’s people were responsible, posted guards. But it kept happening, no matter how many guards they put out there. And over the years, it kept getting worse. You went there, right?”
Jeremy nodded.
“So you can see what’s happening. Looks like the place is sinking, right, just like Hettie said it would? Anyway, a few years later, the lights started to appear. And ever since then, folks have believed it was the slave spirits marching through.”
“So they don’t use the cemetery anymore?”
“No, the place was abandoned for good in the late 1970s, but even before that, most people opted36 to be buried in the other cemeteries37 around town because of what was happening to that one. The county owns it now, but they don’t take care of it. They haven’t for the last twenty years.”
“Has anyone ever checked into why the cemetery seems to be sinking?”
“I’m not certain, but I’m almost positive that someone has. A lot of powerful folks had ancestors buried in the cemetery, and the last thing they wanted was their grandpa’s tomb being broken up. I’m sure they wanted an explanation, and I’ve heard stories that some folks from Raleigh came to find out what was happening.”
“You mean the students from Duke?”
“Oh, no, not them, honey. They were just kids, and they were here last year. No, I’m talking way back. Maybe around the time the damage first started.”
“But you don’t know what they learned.”
“No. Sorry.” She paused, and her eyes took on a mischievous38 gleam. “But I think I have a pretty good idea.”
Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “And that is?”
“Water,” she said simply.
“Water?”
“I’m a diviner, remember. I know where water is. And I’ll tell you straight up that that land is sinking because of the water underneath39 it. I know it for a fact.”
“I see,” Jeremy said.
Doris laughed. “You’re so cute, Mr. Marsh. Did you know that your face gets all serious-looking when someone tells you something you don’t want to believe?”
“No. No one’s ever told me that.”
“Well, it does. And I think it’s darling. My mom would have had a field day with you. You’re so easy to read.”
“So what am I thinking?”
Doris hesitated. “Well, like I said, my gifts are different than my mother’s. She could read you like a book. And besides, I don’t want to scare you.”
“Go ahead. Scare me.”
“All right,” she said. She took a long look at him. “Think of something I couldn’t possibly know. And remember, my gift isn’t reading minds. I just get . . . hints now and then, and only if they’re really strong feelings.”
“All right,” Jeremy said, playing along. “You do realize, however, that you’re hedging yourself here.”
Jeremy nodded. “Sure.”
“Now think of something personal I couldn’t possibly know.”
“Okay.”
She squeezed his hand. “Seriously. Right now you’re just playing with me.”
“Fine,” he said, “I’ll think of something.”
Jeremy closed his eyes. He thought of the reason Maria had finally left him, and for a long moment, Doris said nothing at all. Instead, she simply looked at him, as if trying to get him to say something.
He’d been through this before. Countless41 times. He knew enough to say nothing, and when she remained silent, he knew he had her. She suddenly jerked—unsurprising, Jeremy thought, since it went with the show—and immediately afterward42, released his hands.
Jeremy opened his eyes and looked at her.
“And?”
Doris was looking at him strangely. “Nothing,” she said.
“Ah,” Jeremy added, “I guess it’s not in the cards today, huh?”
“Like I said, I’m a diviner.” She smiled, almost as if in apology. “But I can definitely say that you’re not pregnant.”
She smiled at him before glancing toward the table. She brought her eyes up again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It was inappropriate.”
“No big deal,” he said, meaning it.
“No,” she insisted. She met his eyes and reached for his hand again. She squeezed it softly. “I’m very sorry.”
Jeremy wasn’t quite sure how to react when she took his hand again, but he was struck by the compassion44 in her expression.
And Jeremy had the unnerving feeling that she had guessed more about his personal history than she could possibly know.
Psychic abilities, premonitions, and intuition are simply a product of the interplay among experience, common sense, and accumulated knowledge. Most people greatly underestimate the amount of information they learn in a lifetime, and the human brain is able to instantly correlate the information in a way that no other species—or machine—is capable of doing.
The brain, however, learns to discard the vast majority of information it receives, since, for obvious reasons, it’s not critical to remember everything. Of course, some people have better memories than others, a fact that often displays itself in testing scenarios45, and the ability to train memories is well documented. But even the worst of students remember 99.99 percent of everything they come across in life. Yet, it’s that 0.01 percent that most frequently distinguishes one person from the next. For some people, it manifests itself in the ability to memorize trivia, or excel as doctors, or accurately46 interpret financial data as a hedge-fund billionaire. For other people, it’s an ability to read others, and those people—with an innate47 ability to draw on memories, common sense, and experience and to codify48 it quickly and accurately—manifest an ability that strikes others as being supernatural.
But what Doris did was . . . beyond that somehow, Jeremy thought. She knew. Or at least, that was Jeremy’s first inclination49, until he retreated to the logical explanation of what had happened.
And, in fact, nothing had really happened, he reminded himself. Doris hadn’t said anything; it was simply the way she looked at him that made him think she understood those unknowable things. And that belief was coming from him, not from Doris.
Science held the real answers, but even so, she seemed like a nice person. And if she believed in her abilities, so what? To her, it probably did seem supernatural.
Again, she seemed to read him almost immediately.
“Well, I suppose I just confirmed that I’m nuts, huh?”
“No, not really,” Jeremy said.
She reached for her sandwich. “Well, anyway, since we’re supposed to be enjoying this fine meal, maybe it’s better if we just visited for a while. Is there anything I can tell you?”
“Tell me about the town of Boone Creek,” he said.
“Like what?”
“Oh, anything, really. I figure that since I’m going to be here for a few days, I might as well know a little about the place.”
They spent the next half hour discussing . . . well, not much of anything as far as Jeremy was concerned. Even more than Tully, Doris seemed to know everything that was going on in town. Not because of her supposed abilities—and she admitted as much— but because information passed through small towns like prune50 juice through an infant.
Doris talked almost nonstop. He learned who was seeing whom, who was hard to work with and why, and the fact that the minister at the local Pentecostal Church was having an affair with one of his parishioners. Most important, according to Doris, at least, was that if his car happened to break down, he should never call Trevor’s Towing, since Trevor would probably be drunk, no matter what time of day.
“The man is a menace on the roads,” Doris declared. “Everyone knows it, but because his father is the sheriff, no one ever does anything about it. But then, I suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. Sheriff Wanner51 has his own problems, what with his gambling52 debts.”
“Ah,” Jeremy said in response, as if he were up on all the goings-on in town. “Makes sense.”
“I suppose you need to be going,” Doris said.
He reached for the recorder and shut it off before sliding it back into his jacket. “Probably. I wanted to swing by the library before it closes to see what it has to offer.”
“Well, lunch was on me. It’s not often that we have a famous visitor come by.”
“A brief appearance on Primetime doesn’t make a person famous.”
“I know that. But I was talking about your column.”
“You’ve read it?”
“Every month. My husband, bless his heart, used to tinker in the garage and he loved the magazine. And after he passed, I just didn’t have the heart to cancel the subscription54. I sort of picked up where he left off. You’re a pretty smart fellow.”
“Thanks,” he said.
She stood from the table and began leading him from the restaurant. The remaining patrons, only a few now, looked up to watch them. It went without saying that they’d heard every word, and as soon as Jeremy and Doris had stepped outside, they began to murmur among themselves. This, everyone immediately decided55, was exciting stuff.
“Did she say he’d been on television?” one asked.
“I think I’ve seen him on one of those talk shows.”
“He’s definitely not a doctor,” added another. “I heard him talking about a magazine article.”
“Wonder how Doris knows him. Did you happen to catch that?”
“Well, he seemed nice enough.”
“I just think he’s plain old dreamy,” offered Rachel.
“I assume you’re staying at Greenleaf?” Doris inquired. When Jeremy nodded, she went on. “Do you know where they are? They’re kind of out in the backcountry.”
“I have a map,” Jeremy said, trying to sound as if he’d been prepared all along. “I’m sure I can find it. But how about directions to the library?”
“Sure,” Doris said, “that’s just around the corner.” She motioned up the road. “Do you see the brick building there? The one with the blue awnings57?”
Jeremy nodded.
“Take a left and go through the next stop sign. At the first street after the stop sign, turn right. The library’s on the corner just up the way. It’s a big white building. Used to be the Middleton House, which belonged to Horace Middleton, before the county bought it.”
“They didn’t build a new library?”
“It’s a small town, Mr. Marsh, and besides, it’s plenty big. You’ll see.”
Jeremy held out his hand. “Thank you. You’ve been great. And lunch was delicious.”
“I do my best.”
“Would you mind if I come back with more questions? You seem to have a pretty good handle on things.”
“Anytime you want to talk, you just come by. I’m always available. But I will ask that you don’t write anything that makes us look like a bunch of bumpkins. A lot of people—me included— love this place.”
“All I write is the truth.”
“I know,” she said. “That’s why I contacted you. You have a trustworthy face, and I’m sure you’ll put the legend to bed once and for all in the way it should be done.”
Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “You don’t think there are ghosts out at Cedar Creek?”
“Oh, heavens no. I know there’s no spirits there. I’ve been saying that for years, but no one listens to me.”
“Because people don’t know what’s going on, and they’ll keep believing until they find an explanation. You see, ever since that article in the paper about the people from Duke, the mayor has been promoting the idea like crazy, and strangers have been coming from all over hoping to see the lights. To be honest, it’s causing a lot of problems—the place is already crumbling60 and the damage is getting worse.”
She trailed off for a moment before continuing. “Of course, the sheriff won’t do anything about the teenagers who hang out there or the strangers who traipse through without a thought in their heads. He and the mayor are hunting buddies61, and besides, nearly everyone around here except me thinks that promoting the ghosts is a good idea. Ever since the textile mill and the mine closed, the town’s been drying up, and I think they think of this idea as some sort of salvation62.”
Jeremy glanced toward his car, then back to Doris again, thinking about what she’d just said. It made perfect sense, but . . .
“You do realize that you’re changing your story from what you wrote in the letter.”
“No,” she said, “I’m not. All I said was that there were mysterious lights in the cemetery that were credited to an old legend, that most people think ghosts are involved, and that the kids from Duke couldn’t figure out what the lights really were. All that’s true. Read the letter again if you don’t believe me. I don’t lie, Mr. Marsh. I may not be perfect, but I don’t lie.”
“Because it’s not right,” she said easily, as if the answer was common sense. “People always traipsing through, tourists coming down to camp out—it’s just not very respectful for the departed, even if the cemetery is abandoned. The folks buried out there deserve to rest in peace. And combining it with something worthy58 like the Historic Homes Tour is just plain old wrong. But I’m a voice in the wilderness64 these days.”
Jeremy thought about what she’d said as he pushed his hands into his pockets. “Can I be frank?” he asked.
She nodded, and Jeremy shifted from one foot to the other. “If you believe your mom was a psychic, and that you can divine water and the sex of babies, it just seems . . .”
When he trailed off, she stared at him.
“Like I’d be the first to believe in ghosts?”
Jeremy nodded.
“Well, actually, I do. I just don’t believe they’re out there in the cemetery.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve been out there and I don’t feel the presence of spirits.”
“So you can do that, too?”
“Sure.”
“One day, you’re going to learn something that can’t be explained with science. And when that happens, your life’s going to change in ways you can’t imagine.”
He smiled. “Is that a promise?”
“Yes,” she said, “it is.” She paused, looking him in the eye. “And I have to say that I really enjoyed our lunch. It isn’t often that I have the company of such a charming young man. It almost makes me feel young again.”
“I had a wonderful time, too.”
He turned to leave. The clouds had drifted in while they’d been eating. The sky, while not ominous66, looked as if winter wanted to settle in, and Jeremy tugged at his collar as he made his way to the car.
“Mr. Marsh?” Doris called out from behind him.
Jeremy turned. “Yes?”
“Say hi to Lex for me.”
“Lex?”
“Yeah,” she said. “At the reference desk in the library. That’s who you should ask for.”
Jeremy smiled. “Will do.”
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