Faith and her two adopted sisters glance at each other then took a seat on a long long of a fallen tree on the ground.
"Faith what did you see before you went unconscious?" Maggie asks her slowly, her words falling from her lips in a serious tone.
Faith rubs her arms as she lets outs a heavy sigh, her eyes heavy with concentration. "I'm not so sure what I saw, I seen a man above me in the old world's attire and looking in his eyes was...so haunting. It was like he stared in my soul, knowing everything I did...it was...I can't find a word to fit it" her eyes focused on the ground below her, "I don't understand how that is relevant to this incident. I don't know what's going on"
Maggie pulls out a finely sewn leather bound notebook, flips through it before she finds the page and shows them.
Faith and the girls gawk at the picture in the notebook, Maggie smiles wryly. "Is that who you saw?" Faith inclines her head shocked.
"How the fuck-how...what?!" she exclaims, unsure what to believe anymore. At one point she was home, the next her dad and brother found her and now she's in the woods that looked untouched.
"How...he's dead...the legend is true?!" Faith shouts, backing away from Maggie. "He's a ghost?"
Maggie smiles sadly as she nods at the girls, "My dear, I met this man once when I was very young. My father didn't believe in the man an"d forced everyone to perform one Halloween night when I was only eight. He went to everyone around our small camp and questioned everybody, searching for the tainted ones. The ones with the greatest sins, as I believe..." Maggie takes a deep breath, her lips cracked and dry. She licks them before continuing on, "That night I lost a father and my best friend. It turned out my father was the wickedest of them all, he confessed to assaulting my sister in many ways, and killing my grandmother. She was the carnival mistress before he took over. This was just sixty years ago my little girls..."
Maggie's eyes watered, but not one fell from her. Faith embraced her mother figure, the other girls joined in. Maggie felt the innocence in the girls, their life force is pure and tranquil. Not once did she ever feel something so angelic in her life span, and she did think twice about her previous dislike for the world.
"He...he came to you?" the girls breath out.
Maggie lets out a horrified gasp, realizing the world around them. "We're...no, we're at -no we're in the past"
"If you say such disturbing news...but... where are we? What timeline are we in?" Faith ponders aloud as she examined the surroundings.
They notice a small path that leads to a road, they follow it slowly and cautiously. "We're in England... two hundered years ago"
"The Victorian Era? No way, that's freaking awesome!" Faith cheers, her heart brimmed with awe and excitement. She always wondered what it is like to be in this timeline, how the dresses, tea parties and magnificent house with it's charm. Everything she always wanted and dreamed of.
"What, oh shit. How are we going to blend in, heck even wandering around as women we could get raped" Courtney grumbles, her despise for the era she hated most from history.
Maggie smiles as she pulls out a velvet pouch, she whispers to the lowly, afraid to have others hear her. "We have coin. Enough that we will survive here"
They wander to a small town, searching for a seamstress shop. In the middle of a row of shops was the shop they looked for. Men and women wander pass them, giving them double takes as the oddly dressed girls went past them. They didn't say a word though other than low whispers amongst themselves.
They entered the shop, a thin corset wearing auburn haired woman turned around in her darling dress. "Searching for me? What do you require?"
"Clothing, we have money to pay to blend in. We are trying to appear worthy of attention you have. Please and we will pay lovely" Maggie tells the woman , making her laugh lightly.
"Ah, yes. I will fit you girls to be magnificent like balls I used to go to when I was a child" the woman chimes, turning to grab a measure rope. She measures everyone before her, writing them down on paper.
"Come back in a week and I will have them ready for you"
They girls say their thank you and leave from the shop. As they stayed for the week in an inn nearby, they only left it several times under a cloak and hood. Many wondered if they were travelers, merchants or dutiful law bringers.