Tipsy Moon. Салли Грин
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СКАЧАТЬ words and phrases from different radio stations. But ghosts can manipulate it and try to communicate with us in this way", – Bridie explained and looked at me. – "Kat, you or me?"

      "Please, you do it first, and then I'll try".

      Somehow, I didn't really want to listen to ghosts right now… Especially near the altar, where Bridie was standing, putting on her headphones and turning her back to us.

      "Okay, guys. Bridie can't hear us, so we can ask questions. Hello again, inhabitants of this castle. My name is Katherine. What is your name?"

      "Blood!" – Bridie's loud voice rang out, making me jump.

      Goosebumps ran all over my body…

      "Whose blood?" – I started asking leading questions. – "Yours? Did something happen to you here?"

      "Call!.. Gates!.."

      "Were you called here? Were you the one knocking on the door just now?"

      After this question, there was silence for a few minutes. Bridie took off her headphones and turned to us.

      "Nothing", – she said disappointedly. – "At first, a couple of words were really clear. A loud female voice. And then everything turned off… Here, maybe you should try?"

      Bridie came to me. I reluctantly took the headphones with the radio from her and gave her the camera.

      "Just please, don't ask the ghosts to pull my hair, like you usually do. I swear, if I feel anything, I will disappear from here the same moment, and you'll go home by yourself!" – I immediately warned her menacingly, to which she only smirked slyly.

      Yeah, like hell she'll listen to me… I'll see how you'll smirk when I cut your salary!

      I went to the middle of the room and stood in the circle of lights. At least a little further away from this creepy altar.

      Bridie was standing by the door with a camera pointed at me. O'Connell was still standing quietly by the wall, but his face seemed very tense. Or maybe I just didn't see him well in the semi-darkness.

      The lights around me began to blink chaotically one by one.

      "Clearly from the radio", – I said, putting on my headphones and closing my eyes.

      I didn't immediately understand what had happened… A female voice was loudly shouting a lot of words in my ears. My head started to hurt. Little by little, I concentrated and began shouting out words that I could clearly hear.

      "World!.. Dead!… The call again!.. Gates!.. Blood!.."

      After the last word my shoulder suddenly began to hurt unbearably. Maybe I should have treated it with antiseptic right away after all? Who knows what kind of infection this raven carries… It eats mice…

      Sweat appeared on my forehead. It was getting harder to breathe.

      And suddenly I clearly heard a whole phrase and, of course, immediately shouted it out to record everything on camera.

      "Blood of descendants, hear my call! Open wide the gates of the world of the living to the restless soul!"

      My head began to spin, and I fell to my knees, supporting myself with my hands. I couldn’t open my eyes; my eyelids were terribly heavy. I felt blood flowing from my shoulder down my arm, making its way to the floor.

      "It's hot… I can't breathe… Help…", – I wanted to say, but my mouth would not obey me. I continued to shout the same words, repeating them after the woman in my ears. After the third time, the woman said the last phrase.

      "So be it!" – I repeated after her before losing consciousness.

      Chapter 2. Samhain Night

      Ireland, October 31, 1524

      The moonlight was getting brighter.

      "There's not much time left", – I said out loud to myself, already starting to get nervous. – "Where is that banshee?!"

      I looked up.

      "Finn! Look up there. Is she anywhere nearby?" – I shouted into the darkness and immediately heard the sound of spreading wings. My black raven didn't need much persuasion to help me. Love you, buddy!

      The seconds dragged on like hours. I began to nervously tap my foot. "Calm down, Eithne. You still have time…" – I said out loud to myself.

      The next second, Finn landed on my shoulder, flapped his wings and cawed twice. Aha… So, no one nearby.

      "Okay, my friend. Let's go without her".

      Taking one last scanning glance into the pub, I closed the door and hung a sign on it that said: "The Tipsy Moon" pub is celebrating Samhain tonight! A free mug of ale to the first guest!"

      "Ready?" – I asked Finn, who flapped his wings happily in response. – "Fly ahead. I'll catch up!"

      The raven soared upward, and I turned to the thicket of the forest to the north. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. As I exhaled, I slowly let out a soft, high-pitched sound. Almost a whistle that only the certain inhabitants of this forest could hear.…

      Will-o'-the-wisp,

      Hear my call.

      May my path be bright,

      On sacred Samhain.

      After another breath, I opened my eyes and saw three silvery will-o'-the-wisps next to me.

      "Happy Samhain, my friends! Thank you for your help. Well, shall we run to the Fairy Meadow?"

      I smiled, anticipating the fun, and ran into the thickest part of the forest, now well lit. I wouldn't have gotten lost anyway, but with such guides it's much better, right?

      Moss, grass, twigs… Roots, trees, bushes… Nothing stopped my legs from running. I loved this forest, and it loved me back. This is my home. The energy that I live by, which I also share with the others by brewing the best ale in all of Erin. The inhabitants of not only this forest come to my pub every full moon, but also the inhabitants of the neighboring mountains and hills, rivers and lakes, plains and ravines.

      I ran, and the headwind carried away my tears of happiness… Happiness and gratitude to this forest and its herbs that made my ale so magically delicious. And tonight it will flow like a river! Even the noble fairies will visit my pub today. I want to see them madly! Such an honor falls only once a year on the night of Samhain, when the border between the worlds is erased.

      I wonder who will be at the Meadow today? Abcan promised to write a song about my pub… I should remind him… He probably forgot. I think the chief bard of the Tuatha De Danann has enough topics for songs without my modest brewery…

      "Eithne! Where have you disappeared to?!" – a ringing voice in my left ear pulled me out of my thoughts. – "Everyone has already gathered. The ceremony is about to begin!"

      A little elf, who lived not far from me in the crown of an ancient ash tree, fluttered next to me.

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