The Old Mill Investigation

January 21, 2026

by Maida

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (115 words)

"I had never been on a supernatural inquiry before. Our group, Spectral Research New England, aimed to approach every case with a logical mindset. Our leader was a capable woman named Lena Vance. Lena was a remarkable person, skilled in architecture, historical preservation, and managing a small cafe. She led our team with a firm […]"

I had never been on a supernatural inquiry before. Our group, Spectral Research New England, aimed to approach every case with a logical mindset. Our leader was a capable woman named Lena Vance.

Lena was a remarkable person, skilled in architecture, historical preservation, and managing a small cafe. She led our team with a firm belief in finding rational causes first. Only when every ordinary possibility was ruled out would she consider an otherworldly one.

One cool October evening, I arrived at the address we were to investigate: the abandoned textile mill on River Road. The team members present, who were comfortable being named, were Lena Vance, our director, and a few other dedicated researchers.

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