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A Late Night Talk: Doctor Hoffman and Victoria

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Victoria thought back to the past. The real reason she chose the position was because Josette pointed it out in the newspaper. It was the perfect opportunity to start a new life and have a new beginning. Vicky would have to lie again, she could not let Julia know about her childhood.

"I adore children and helping others. The Collins family was in need of some help, and I wanted to assist them. I’m glad that I did, I have never felt so welcomed in a long time. What made you attracted to Collinsport?"

Julia nodded, and took in a deep breath. It was a while ago when she first came to Collinwood. She always imagined it to be a large mansion with joyful days, and nights. 

It wasnt like that at all. 

"Well, when I first got the call that they needed a psychiatrist, I did a little research on the place," she said sighing, "It looked like a pretty nice place to go and stay for a bit. It seemed very successful, too. With all that fishing business and what not…," she paused, "So, here I am." 

She put on a fake grin, and looked over to Vicky. 

Vicky chuckled at the mention of the Collins Canning Co. The business was becoming stronger, but she remembered Elizabeth speaking about it in the past. The cannery was in ruins most likely by the time Doctor Hoffman had arrived to treat the young boy.

"And how is David doing? He’s a very well behaved child. Elizabeth has been raising him well."

Josette and Maggie Evans: You Can’t Repeat The Past

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Josette smiled and nodded, then patted the blank space on the bed where she wanted Maggie to sit. It was getting later and the room was darker now. This lighting will never do for reading, Josette decided, making the lights turn on. There, this girl will go blind before she is twenty if she reads in that awful lighting. Josette looked back at Maggie and smiled, then opened the book to the first page.

They were not in there long before Maggie’s mother called her for dinner. Josette looked at the door then back at Maggie with an eyebrow raised and a slight grin. She knew Maggie didn’t want to leave and Josette didn’t want to leave either, after all they were having such a lovely time. But, Josette didn’t want her in the habit of disobeying her mother, although Josette didn’t care much for her parents either. It would not be long until she returned to the room; but to Josette it seemed like an eternity anyway, but, just like this afternoon and every other time before that, Josette would just sit and wait for her only friend to return to her.

By the time her mother called her for dinner, Maggie hadn’t even finished reading the first chapter to Josette. “Oh.” She said sadly and quietly in response to her mother’s calling. When Maggie was with Josette, she felt like she was in a world of her own. The voice of another only made her come back to reality.

"Coming!" Maggie shouted, frowning at Josette. "I’ll be back up soon, okay? Don’t leave me, you have to promise! I will try to be quick." Running downstairs, Maggie ate her dinner very quickly. No more than ten minutes passed before she went back upstairs. "My mom said that she’s getting concerned about my imagination. I hope she doesn’t make me see a doctor."

Josette and Maggie Evans: You Can’t Repeat The Past

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Josette shook her head, for she did not die in France. She went over to a globe that was in Maggie’s room and pointed to Maine. After she thought Maggie understood that that was where she died, Josette then pointed to a ship that was on the globe, answering the question on how she got there but not why. Oh well, at least now Maggie knew her name, she was so smart to know that she was French just by her first name.

Josette wanted to get off the subject of her death though, so after a try to answer Maggie’s questions as best as she could, Josette floated over  to the book shelf in the room full of fairy tales.  She liked it when Maggie read to her and it seemed to make Maggie happy too.

Maggie followed Josette over towards the globe, peering into it curiously and watching as it spun. “Oh! That’s America, you died here then. On a ship?” Maggie was still confused, but she shrugged it off. At least she now had a better idea about Josette’s past.

"Would you like me to read you a story?" Maggie asked, following Josette over to the book shelf. "My favorite story is Beauty and the Beast! That’s a really good fairy tale. Did you read lots in your past?"

Josette and Maggie Evans: You Can’t Repeat The Past

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Josette bowed and smiled at the compliment Maggie had given her, but the mention of how she died saddened her. She could reenacted her death for Maggie but she wasn’t sure if she understood that that was how she died. Oh well, it doesn’t matter, she thought, she was not about to ruin the joy in room by reenacting her death.

She clapped for Maggie as she watched her twirl. Josette remembered when she was that age and how much she loved dancing. Oh, how Josette wished she could tell Maggie everything about her life before she died. Now that she thought about it, Maggie did not even know her name. She tried so many times to say other things but never her name. With one hopeful breath, Josette opened her mouth and said “Josette.”

Maggie paused at Josette’s word. It was the first time she had ever heard her speak. Her voice most likely once gentle and beautiful, now sounded dull. Lost even, but that was understandable. Josette was a wondering soul, who’s life was taken away from her somehow. How exactly? Maggie did not know.

"Josette? That’s your name? It’s beautiful! I love it! It sounds French even, my mother listens to French music sometimes. Are you French? Did you die there?" Maggie knew how difficult it most likely was for Josette to say one word and was not expecting an answer. "Nod if you did! If you’re French, I wonder why you came all the way to America…"

A Late Night Talk: Doctor Hoffman and Victoria

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Julia glanced at the window, and back at Vicky. She smiled, “You are afraid of thunder and lightning.”
Vicky seemed a bit more interesting than she came off to be. Maybe Julia could learn more about her. Maybe, get her to tell some old stories or secrets. That’s what Julia was best at doing.

"So," she started, "what made you want to become a governess here?" She asked. It was a serious question, this place was crazy. Julia herself didn’t even know why she came here.

Victoria thought back to the past. The real reason she chose the position was because Josette pointed it out in the newspaper. It was the perfect opportunity to start a new life and have a new beginning. Vicky would have to lie again, she could not let Julia know about her childhood.

"I adore children and helping others. The Collins family was in need of some help, and I wanted to assist them. I’m glad that I did, I have never felt so welcomed in a long time. What made you attracted to Collinsport?"

Josette and Maggie Evans: You Can’t Repeat The Past

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Josette sat on the edge of Maggie’s bed waiting for her to return home from school. She loved Maggie Evens, she was the only person who could see and feel her, and for a strange reason, Josette felt connected to her. Maggie was young, but she was very smart and polite. She could not imagine what it must be like to be so young and the only person able to talk to the dead. Josette could not say or do much of anything, all she knew she could say was “help me” and all she could do was float around gracefully and reenact her death. Because of this, Maggie did most of the talking and playing. Josette didn’t care, as long as there was someone who could talk to her. As a ghost, there was one thing Josette was very good at; just listening to Maggie and being there whenever she needed her.

Maggie raced home from school. It was another day of being teased and taunted. The other children noticed something strange about her, and whether it was her old fashioned demeanor or her fascination with the supernatural, no one was very understanding. The eight year old was eager to talk to her one and only friend with whom she truly felt a connection with.

Rushing into her room with no more than a glance in her mother’s direction, Maggie slammed her bedroom door shut and grinned at her ghostly friend. There she sat patiently waiting on the bed. Just like always.

"I don’t like the other children. They’re mean to me, one of the boys in my class pulled my hair and called me a witch. They also said that you’re just an imaginary friend, but I know you’re more than that. You’re much more real to me than just some made up fantasy."

Josette shrugged and shook her head. This was the main reason why she didn’t go to school with Maggie, the other kids already knew there was something different about her and she did not want to make it worse by being a distraction to her. Josette wanted to tell her to ignore them, because as long as she knew it was true it did not matter what anyone else thought or said. But of course, she couldn’t. She sat closer to Maggie and put her hand on top of hers. Josette knew Maggie could feel a slight breeze whenever she touched her, so it did count for something. Josette smiled at her, then she got up and drifted over to the center of the room where she motioned Maggie to join her. She didn’t know how else to cheer her up so she just started spinning and dancing, letting her dress twirl and her loose hair flow with every movement.

Maggie giggled at the soft breeze when Josette’s hands touched hers. She was not completely sure about what the ghost’s name was, but it had to be something very pretty. Most ghosts had the stereotype of being hideous, but not Josette. Josette was beautiful in Maggie’s eyes, a princess even.

When she began twirling and dancing around the room, the little girl watched in awe before joining her. Spinning in circles, she let all of the horrors of the day escape her, each spin releasing a rude name she was called from her brain, never to be heard again.

"You’re a lovely dancer! Did you dance yourself to death? I wouldn’t be surprised, you sure have a passion for it! I like to dance when nobody’s watching, I get nervous doing things in front of crowds!"

Discoveries at Collinwood: Victoria Winters and Mouth

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At the name of her true love, Victoria’s heart skipped a beat. It was Barnabas Collins, but the governess felt slightly uncomfortable revealing to the teen who was the object of her affections. Clearing her throat, Vicky bit her lip to hide a grin. Of course, if she didn’t confess, he would only continue to pester her. That was how most children were at his age.

"You may be correct with the last name, Barnabas is very chivalrous. Even if some may view him to be ridiculous, I find that he is simply misunderstood. But aren’t we all? Carolyn certainly feels that way."

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Mouth watched Victoria’s face closely. When he mentioned Barnabas’ name, he could see the spark in her eye and the growing grin that she failed to hide. He smirked at her, finding it ridiculous to see her head over heels for some weird dude, and how she compared him to Carolyn,  was NOTHING like her! Mouth thought that she was the greatest person in the world. She had attitude, mystery, and she was really fun to be around even if she was supposedly “misunderstood”. Mouth at least felt like he knew her better than anyone in her family, but he didn’t dare make that known. Now Barnabas was again NOTHING like her…. He was weird, he talked funny, and he was paler than any living person Mouth has ever seen. He couldn’t understand how a moderately beautiful woman like Victoria could crush on a man like that. 

Barnabas? Weird pale guy that talks funny? Really? Him? I’m sorry I don’t mean to make you feel bad or anything… but really? I’d imagine you’d have another taste in guys- but you know whatever floats your boat… I’m not judging you…” 

Victoria laughed at Mouth’s reaction. It was priceless, and she couldn’t help but become amused. “He’s different than most men around Collinsport, and I admire his values. Family is very important to him and I would love to have a family one day. Mine isn’t close, I haven’t spoken to my mother or father in years.”

Her amused expression turned into a frown, as she remembered that terrible day when her parents had shipped her off to the asylum. It was a long and lonely childhood for Victoria and if she ever had children one day, she would hope that they would grow up with a loving mother and father.