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This might sound too wild to be true, but I swear Alaina Birchwood is possessed. I saw her wandering around the woods at night, barefoot in a white dress, wailing and getting her feet all dirty and looking SERIOUSLY like a floating spirit. Like, I think she was actually floating. Someone's gotta do something about this.
HOO-WEE!!!
Now, now, now, I ain't one for CONJECTURE, only cold hard facts settle well with me. But this? Miss Alaina Birchwood, hauntin' them there woods and floatin' like somethin' straight outta a horror film? That I best know with all of soul.
Some people are haunted by ghosts, demons, memories, what-could-have-been's. But, there's very few who are the haunting. This ain't the first we've heard of Miss Laney bein'...an odd duck. Yeah, let's say it like that. Rumor has it she didn't say a single word until she got to secondary school. Some people claim they see her floatin' head in their dreams, only to wake up to find she left somethin' on their porch. Hell, I've heard some folks at the Fishin' Post blamin' her on days they ain't gettin' any bites, like she's some kind of an angry deity.
Miss Laney is a hauntin' of a woman, but we gotta ask ourselves.. what can we do when it's just her spirit? If we try to interfere, would she smite us, release some kinda hell upon us? Or, would we just have a young woman tied to a tree as we have Pastor Tanaka flick some water at her face?
I saw that Buchanan girl sneaking out of the oldest Sutton kid’s RV late last night…when I tried to talk to her, she just hurried away!
HONEY, HONEY, HONEY....
Oh, darlin’, now you know I ain’t one to go pokin’ my nose where it doesn’t belong — but if my nose just so happens to catch a whiff of somethin’ fishy, well, what am I supposed to do, plug it up?
Now, Montana Buchanan sneakin’ out of Ken Sutton’s RV? At that hour? Honey, she’s been slippin’ around this way and that way for a little while now, and I can’t say I like the sound of it. We all know Tanny’s got a heart as big as the state, bless it, but ever since she came back from tryin’ to make it big in the city, she’s been actin’ like a stray lookin’ for a place to land. And Ken? Well, that child's as tight-lipped as a jar of molasses in January. If she wasn’t up to nothin’, why’d she go scurryin’ off like a spooked rabbit?
Now, if I were her, I’d be takin’ a stroll through the park, clearin’ my head, or maybe tendin’ her poor mama, Loretta. That woman’s been havin’ a rough go of it lately — and last I checked, Ken Sutton wasn’t exactly a certified grief counselor. But hey, I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation. Maybe she was just borrowin’ some sugar. Or, y’know, somethin’ a little sweeter.
That clinic's haunted, I'm tellin' ya! I walked by it the other day, and I swear I heard some weird noises coming from inside.
SHH, YOU KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!
Sugar, that place has been creakin’ and crackin’ like a house of horrors ever since Doc Folayan set up shop! I swear it, no, I SWEAR it, you walk past that clinic after dark and you’ll hear noises that’d put a haunted hayride to shame. Like what? Well, y’know, like… Oh, don’t you make me say it out loud! My poor heart can only take so much!
But let me tell you, sweetie, it ain’t just those walls that’ll give you the shivers. Doc Folayan? Oh, bless his heart — that man’s got the bedside manner of a funeral director and eyes that look like they’ve seen what’s waiting in the hereafter. Bless it, folks keep swearing by his tonics and remedies, but I once drank one of his “calming elixirs” and ended up hiccupping smoke for a week!
Now that you mention it, though, I have been hearin’ he’s been lockin’ those doors tighter than a preacher’s wallet at a casino. No appointments after dark, no exceptions. What’s he cookin’ up in there? Some kind of miracle cure? Or maybe he’s just tryin’ to keep that pet poltergeist of his from skippin' town!
You didn't hear it from ME, but it looks like Tanny Buchanan's got herself a budding new beau! Her brothers are gonna have a real handful keeping that city boy away from her, that's for sure!
OH, BLESS MY STARS!
Not little baby Montana Buchanan, thinking herself all grown up now to have herself a little boyfriend! Lord, I remember when she barely came up to the knee and rode the family dog halfway up to the Church before her daddy caught wind of her, rest his soul! But what’s this you’re saying, honey? City boy? Now, let me think here for a second — what kind of city boy would little Miss Buchanan be—
OH, BLESS MY STARS, TWICE!
You’re not telling me it’s Haruto Uehara’s boy — Hiro?! Why, weren’t we just talking about that boy and little Josie Sutton not too long ago? Bless it! That heartbreaker’s gonna have these girls lined up with broken hearts from here to Clover Creek Ranch if we don’t do nothing about it!
Now, you didn’t hear it from me, but… word is, he’s been getting real cozy with a certain someone down in our little Springs. And if you ask me, it won’t be long before Tanny’s brothers get wind of it and make sure he knows just what a Buchanan handshake feels like…
Did anyone else hear all that ruckus out in the woods the other day? I went to check it out and swear I saw Josie Sutton up a tree with some guy hollering up at her!
LORD, MERCY ME!
The nerve of some folks, hollerin’ and carryin’ on like wild animals in the Lord’s own forest! And at Josie Sutton, no less—That girl is barely five foot with her boots on! She don’t need to be dealin’ with wild men and their temper tantrums! I do hope you stepped in, sugar. Or at least hollered back! ’Cause I’ll tell you what, if I ever saw someone barkin’ up that tree, I’d march myself right down there with a wooden spoon and a hymnbook.
But now... between you and me and the Springs? That little sugarplum’s got more grit than she lets on. I’ve seen her sweet-talk the socks off a snake oil salesman come one Night Market, and plumb talked Granny out of her last slice of cherry pie. So if she ended up in a tree? I wouldn’t be surprised if she put herself there just to make a scene look good. Horns hold up halos, honey!
Still—someone oughta check on that boy. If he was fool enough to yell at Josie Sutton in public, well... bless it. He don’t know what kinda mess he’s made.
This just in! I heard ‘round town that (Quentin Hennessey) is lookin’ for their (Younger Sister.) They’re tellin’ us this person might look like (any female fc mid-late 30's), but you didn’t hear it from us. (contact @wldngmn prior to applying.)
I heard that Molly and Metzli may have been smoochin'? Seen them right by Jumpin' Beans!
NOW HOLD ON THERE!
You talkin' 'bout that lil' mousy librarian and that quiet one with orange goo stuck to their porch? Mackin' in front of the good ol' folks tryin' to sip on their coffees and what have you? HOO-WEE, looks like we got ourselves a good ol' fashion romance brewin' here in the Springs! Lord knows I love to hear it!
Are weddin' bells ringin' for the pair already with that there public display of affection? Or, is this just some kind of fleetin', uh...what's that word? Fling? Is that what the young-ins 'round town call it still?
Funny, though...Miss Molly Hiatt's been 'round here for a coupla years and I ain't ever heard of her battin' her eyelashes at anyone...and come to think of it, didn't I hear somethin' 'bout that Metzli Bernal gettin' the moves put on them by Val Estrada?
Now, I sure hate speculatin' sometimes, but I'm sure this whole thing ain't gonna cause any drama 'round these parts!
I was walking past the Uehara residence the other day and I think I saw the van outside... shaking? I don't know what's going on in there but I hope everyone is okay...
OH, BLESS IT!
My heart just about leapt out my chest readin' that!
That poor Uehara boy, all cooped up in that little van… I mean, I knew he was makin' do, but I didn’t think he was rattlin' around like a can in a storm drain! You don’t think he’s got mice in there, do you? Or worse—is he mournin’ that poor grandmother of his, all by his lonesome?! Oh, bless him, I do hope he wasn’t havin’ some sort of breakdown!
Now I do believe in mindin’ your own, but I also believe in checkin’ on your neighbors. We are a community! A web of hands, reachin' out and liftin' up! Th’next time you find yourself passin’ by the Uehara's road and that van’s a-rockin’, you got my full blessing to go knock and check on him. He could be havin’ a spell! Or a fit! Oh, that poor, sweet dear.
I hear that new vet tech, Val? I hear she won't treat your animal if she thinks you're ugly.
HOO-WEE!!!
Now, ain't that a kicker? One of our newest city-slickers-turned-country, Val, is tryin' to pull a fast one here on us in the Springs! Did I hear that, right? Turnin' people's poor, innocent creatures away if your face don't fit that golden ratio up in her noggin? Here I thought that kinda drama only happened at the Stag during Happy Hour.
Lucky for me, this ol' face didn't get rejected when I brought my sweet cockatoo Gizzard in for a lil' maintenance but the rest of y'all may need to learn how to spay your fluffy friends if that's the case.
Come to think of it...that seems awful silly, don't it? She ain't been 'round these parts for long, but she seems a lil' too straight laced for some kinda nonsense like refusin' service for your unfortunate face, but you never know a person's character until they let you in.
I heard that Molly, the librarian? was smoking outside of the library during STORYTIME! But, like, it was during storytime, so I don't think any kids saw, but the SCANDAL!
OH MY STARS.
You're tellin' me that—get closer now, sugar!—you're tellin' me that Amelia Hiatt, sweet little Molly, the librarian, was caught smokin’ outside the library? And during storytime, no less?! That’s a boldness I haven’t seen since the Happy Apple tried to deep fry butter at the bake sale. In fact, I couldn't believe that if ya dangled a photo of it right before my eyes! You... you don’t have a photo, do you? No?
Now, y’didn’t hear it from me, but I happen to know that girl’s been under a heapin’ helpin’ of pressure since she rolled into our dear lil’ Springs. Word is, she came here to escape something—an ex? A secret job? Or heavens help us all… a double life? I knew her handwriting was too neat for a simple public servant. Are we the quiet little town she’s chosen for a fresh start... or are we the last stop before she disappears for good?
One thing’s for sure: next time I check out a cookbook, I’ll be flippin’ through it real careful—might be a burner phone tucked between them biscuit recipes.
Did you hear all that commotion coming out of Metzli's house? I think I saw them beat something outside of their door! And when I walked by to check, there was... orange goo everywhere?!
WELL BUTTER MY BISCUITS AND CALL ME A WITNESS—
You’re tellin’ me there was screamin’ and slammin’ and a whole splatter of orange goo flyin’ out the front door of Metzli’s house?! Lord, what in the name of sweet tea and séance circles is goin’ on over there? Y' think maybe they caught themself a real, honest to th' Lord harvest sprite?!
Now, between you and me.... Metzli’s always struck me as the quiet type—keeps to themselves, polite as a prayer, but honey, the quiet ones are always the ones with a lil’... mystery under their mattress, if you catch my drift. Could be they finally got fed up with whatever cursed jam was infestin’ their kitchen, or maybe they were tryin’ to exorcise a particularly spicy marmalade!
Whatever it was... bless it and burn it, 'cause I sure ain't knockin’ on that door till I see Metzli at the potluck smilin’ with both hands visible.
Well, thanks for your time, folks! It looks like our favorite sharply dressed duo got… at least some of the answers they were looking for. Whatever those were.
Here’s hoping next time the census comes knocking, they’ll ask more about household sizes and fewer questions about the raccoon uprising. But hey—who are we to question the process? We're not government officials.
The Meme Day Event is officially OVER!
Huge thank you to everyone who joined in and made it a blast!
None of that playground nonsense 'round here, sugarplum—this ain't recess, this is journalism! We deal in facts, eyewitness accounts, and... maybe just a touch of some well-seasoned speculation. Now, nobody on this side of the Springs would deny the Suttons and Buchanans are closer than biscuits and gravy… but are you tellin’ me they might be getting cozy in a whole new way?
C'mere, sugar, keep your voice down... Was it behind the Pure Valley plot? Over by the Apiary’s honeyhouses? Or—land sakes!—was it somewhere real private, like the Old Mill or out in the forest?!
You know we can't print nothin’ we didn’t hear with our own two ears... so c’mon, sugar, don’t you dare keep the Springs waitin’!
When you open it, you're greeted by two sharply dressed strangers—one tipping a dark cowboy hat with a grin, the other standing tall with immaculate blonde pin curls that somehow defy the breeze. “Hi there,” one of them says. “We’re with the Bleeding Hearts Town Census. Got a moment?”
** It’s meme day, baby!
This is an optional ask meme event, styled like a good old-fashioned census, that will last through the rest of Thursday and all of Friday (4/18).
Under the read more, you’ll find thirty different...."census" questions, all numbered.
Like this post if you'd like to participate—doing so makes your character(s) fair game for others to send you numbered questions based on the list. Just make sure your ask box is open, and let the wildly personal small-town surveys begin!
Do you have raccoons living under your porch? And if so, how many are too many for you to handle?
When was the last time you gathered wildflowers? Tell us about the flower variety when you gathered them.
What are your opinions on the Goddess? If she whispered, would you listen?
Who in town would you absolutely NOT trust with your bulletin board request?
What is your unofficial job in a crisis? (i.e. do you help put out fires? Or hand out candles during thunderstorms?)
In your HONEST opinion… Does the train actually go anywhere?
Who would you trust to fight a bear for you? Who would you send in as bait?
Have you ever strolled the cemetery late at night? What horrors have you seen? What horrors have seen you?
Do you think you could win in a fight against Dick Scammahorn? Follow-up, how bad would it hurt if you lost?
Which location in town do you think has the weirdest vibe?
Do you consider jam as a form of currency? If not, what substance would you accept, fancy britches?
Ever get the feeling the Springs water is… watching you? Do you ever wave back?
Do you have a library card? Do you need help applying for one?
If someone handed you an ancient ring, would you wear it or pawn it off to a city slicker?
What was the last record you bought at Honky Tonk? If it wasn’t Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, why not?
Have you ever heard whispering in the library basement? Do you still owe it something?
What’s your go-to order at Granny’s? Or are you too good for her food, fancy pants?
If a raccoon in a tiny hat offered you a quest behind Happy Apple, would you accept?
What’s one piece of gossip you’re sittin’ on? Real or not! Really, anything. Please.
Have you ever fake-laughed at one of Granny’s jokes? Do you regret it?
Do you think Miss Fortune, the oracle of Goddess Tellings, can really predict the future? Do you think she can predict the gas mileage on her truck parked behind the studio?
Do you know that plant that keeps watching you? Have you apologized to it?
Be honest– did you start the storm by saying “it looks nice out!” out loud?
What kind of events would you like to see around Bleeding Hearts Springs? You gonna organize them yourself, fancy hat?
Do you think the raccoons are unionized? Should we be worried?
What secret ingredient do you think is in Granny’s famous stew?
Did you hear the rumor that Birchwood Inn is haunted? If not, there’s a rumor Birchwood Inn is haunted. If so, what do you think is haunting Birchwood Inn?
What’s a weirdly hyper-specific job idea you’re convinced the town needs?
Has the Goddess ever given you a sign that was a little too vague to be helpful? Please rank it against the average fortune cookie.
How many farm animals do you have on your property? Would you like one?
This just in! I heard ‘round town that the Suttons are lookin’ for their Uncle Shannon! They’re tellin’ us this person might look like (Aaron Paul or similar vibe and age), but you didn’t hear it from us. (Please contact @spanglehoney for more info.)
I heard someone screaming up a storm over by the forest... I hope nobody got hurt!
Lord help us, folks–
Someone out here says they heard screamin’ up near the forest! Seems like the sort of hollerin’ that gets the birds flyin’ and your neighbor peekin’ through the curtain. It’s startin’ t’get dark out, so I surely hope no one’s gone and gotten themselves turned around in the trees! Come t’think of it… didn’t we see Miss Andie Cherry goin’ on a little walk through th’ wood clearin’ earlier t’day? Hope she’s not still out there when th’owls start t’hoot!
Then again, y’know what we say ‘round here:
Get lost in th’woods, and you’ll run into either a bear or a Sutton sooner or later.
One’ll give you directions, the other might make ya learn t’build a campfire. Flip a coin!
