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Chapter 8- Rosemary

Tom and Harry had found everything they needed for dinner. The butcher was nice, helping them in finding what they wanted. It was a young man, someone they knew could be doing better than serving meat to a town that had under two hundred people. Walking and hobbling into the bakery, they were hit with a sight they had once seen before. Rosemary.

'Well if it isn't half the McFly boys!' she exclaimed, wiping the flour from her hands onto her apron. She still had the same very long brown hair in a plait, and her middle-aged face was still beginning to show it's lines. But it was her.

'How are you Rosemary?' Tom asked brightly.

'I'm good, good. You don't look so good though! How'd you manage to do that to yourself?'

'Fell down a hill.'

'Really? Where?'

'The Hamilton house...' Tom trailed off as Rosemary's smile faded.

'Told you that place was haunted.'

'No, I just slipped. Nothing major,' Tom shrugged.

'Right. Anyway, how did you boys get on that night?'

'Fine thankyou, went off without a hitch,' Harry said firmly.

'You just visiting again or passing through?' she asked with curiosity.

'Visiting,' Tom said.

'Passing through,' Harry said at the same time.

They looked at each other.

'Passing through!' Tom said quickly.

'Visiting!' Harry said and Rosemary laughed.

'Well, which one is it?'

'Passing through on our way up north to visit Danny's family,' Harry smiled.

'Oh good, good. Where is the other two then?'

'The doctor's surgery,' Tom replied.

'Oh? Why's that?' Rosemary asked, leaning forwards.

'Dougie's not well. Got a stomach bug,' Harry replied.

'Cursed it is. Cursed,' Rosemary muttered under her breath.

'What's cursed?' Tom asked.

'The Hamilton House,' Rosemary spat.

'Why would you say that?'

'My grandmother told me stories about those girls. Margaret Hamilton, the eldest, was nothing but a cheap whore.'

'Excuse me?' Tom exclaimed.

'Townsfolk said she was doing the naughty with that boy of hers outside marriage. A sin. And Melanie, wearing pants and riding horses around, dressed like a boy. Their poor father, shell-shocked and war-torn. And their mother couldn't give a damn about anyone. Outcasts of the town those ones. Frowned upon wherever they went. It's said that the town's priest cast a curse on the family and their home, that's why they all died the legend says. Says bad things happen in that house. Especially at night,' Rosemary said in a low voice.

'You seem to know an awful lot about something you weren't even born to witness,' Tom said quietly.

'There's stories. Many stories, passed down from generation to generation-.'

'If they've been passed down so much, then surely some things will have been altered?' Harry said, an amused look on his face as the woman looked at her shoes.

'But there's still the facts. Now what did you want?' Rosemary asked rudely.

'We'll take the cream sponge. Half price,' Tom smirked.

'Why should I let you off on price?'

'Because we're famous. Didn't ya hear our new album is double platinum and we're in the Guinness Book Of World Records?' Tom smirked again. Rosemary fell silent, feebly accepting the money Tom handed her and pushing the cake towards them.

'Have a nice day,' Harry said brightly as they left the stuffy shop, leaving Rosemary stunned and defeated behind them.

Rubbing the needle mark on his behind, Dougie followed Danny and Harriet out the door and back to the car, carrying his things.

'That hurt,' he whined.

'Well Dougie, I'm sure it's gonna help, so stop your bloody complaining,' Danny sighed, sitting on the gutter-edge and waiting for Tom and Harry.

'You're right, it has made me feel a bit better,' Dougie said, sitting beside him and Harriet.

'Well I'm glad to hear it.'

There was silence. The winter sun was beginning to drop behind the clouds, the temperature dropping with it. Harry and Tom finally emerged with their bags of shopping, Tom throwing the keys to Danny.

'Bout time!' he exclaimed, unlocking the car, 'what'd you do, rob the store?'

'Yes Danny, we robbed them, tied them up, had kinky-time with them, danced the tango, ate caviar and lobster then let them go,' Harry said sarcastically and the three cracked up.

'Nah, we met up with Rosemary again,' Tom grinned evilly.

'Ha, seriously?' Danny exclaimed, and Tom proceeded to tell them the story about their meeting.

'What a cow,' was Danny's answer.

'Rosemary's always like that. Has these weird superstitions, extremely religious though. About the only thing to do out here,' Harriet sighed.

'Do you?' Danny asked curiously, fingering the cross on the necklace around his neck.

'Not adamantly, like she is,' Harriet replied and Danny nodded.

'Me too.'

Harriet smiled.

'So how'd Dougie get on then?' Harry asked.

'He stuck a needle in my bum,' Dougie wailed.

'Doug, you know they do that to get better circulation around the body of the medicine?' Tom smiled.

'Yeah, I know, but it hurt. He said the same as the other doctor and gave me some things to take.'

'Good, you're already sounding better.'

Dougie smiled at Tom and leaned his head against the window. Despite feeling a teensy bit better, he was still exhausted from the sleepless nights and all the times that the food exited his stomach the wrong way.