BAD-008
Barista: Victoria Ward
Date: Jan-7-2020
Receipt: BAD-008
Subject: Omens
Followed the energy all the way to Monasterboice, expecting bones, tracks—something to prove we weren’t just chasing ghosts.
But the trail stopped cold, like it had never been there at all. No dog in sight. Just wind through the ruins, shifting shadows, and that feeling—something watching, but never moving.
We picked up the trail near the river, just past Tullyallen. The energy flickered—like something slipping between the cracks of the boundary. We followed it through the trees, past the old hedgerows, over moss-slick stones. The ground turned uneven, the air thick with that damp chill that seeps into your bones before the rain.
Eoin kept muttering—this wasn’t a natural hunt. Things that move like this don’t leave footprints. We were wasting time.
He was right.
When we hit Monasterboice, the trail just… stopped. Like whatever it was knew we were coming. The ruins were quiet, the high crosses standing like sentinels in the mist. The energy had pooled here once—I could feel it, still clinging to the stone like a whisper. But whatever left it was long gone.
A dead end.
Strangest part? It feels familiar. Not in an I’ve-seen-this-before way, but like an old story I half-remember—something sitting just under my skin. There’s something… otherworldly about it, but not entirely foreign. Like it belongs here as much as we do. Maybe more than we do.
Tomorrow, we try Mellifont Abbey. Eoin thinks it’s moving that way.
Old stones, deep roots, the kind of place that remembers things even when people forget.
We’ll try again in the morning. If it lets us.
There's always time for a nice cup of tea. Sure, didn't the Lord himself pause for a nice cup of tea before giving himself up for the world.