CHAPTER 59
MONTANA'S POV
I collected my baggage from the carousel and my taxi was already waiting for me.
"French Quarter, please," I said to the driver. I had heard it was a very nice place in New Orleans, and they had good hotels too.
Hopefully, it is what it said it is when I get there.
I arrived at the French Quarter soon enough, and I had already looked up a hotel, plus the driver was kind enough to offer some recommendations that I searched through.
When I got down from the taxi, I took in the sight of the lovely street and the historic architecture. It was indeed beautiful. This part of New Orleans might actually be a good choice.
The Taxi driver helped me bring out my baggage and as I had now arrived at my selected hotel in the French Quarter. I thanked him, paid him with a little tip and entered the hotel lobby.
Impressive look and design, I love it.
I approached the front desk and greeted the lady behind it, "Good day, I would like a room please."
I provided some details, present identification, reservation detail, time and all that.
We discussed a few more things, and then I was giving some paper works to fill out, or I could just provide my credit card for incidental expenses.
When I was done I received my room key and any other relevant information about the hotel that might be helpful later on, "Thank you," I said to the receptionist.
"My pleasure and have a lovely time here at our hotel," she said, and I nodded and went up to find my room.
I got in an elevator with few people, like it was three of us altogether, everyone was so fixed on their thing.
Finally, I had found my room and entered it, I checked for cleanliness and functionality, also ensured that everything I needed that was supposed to be was here.
Firstly, I had a very long and hot shower and relaxed, oh Goddess it was so relaxing, and then I got a pair of Jeans out with a shirt.
I dressed up and packed my hair roughly, letting some loosed, curls fall.
I was now hungry and instead of ordering I decided to maybe look around, you know, see the place some more and visit a nice place, have a meal there, see how it goes.
The hotel staff earlier had recommended some restaurants from me, including my taxi driver earlier, that one was like my personal tour guide.
I laughed at my thought.
Well, so far so good, the restaurant I found myself in, the first one, I did not exactly like it and their food, but it was good, it will be good for other people but not just for me.
But the second restaurant, mm mm mm, now that is what I am talking about. The looks, the food, everything was on point.
I truly enjoyed it out there and when I was satisfied with roaming around. I had gotten tired and now was going back to my room to get a good sleep.
Tomorrow will be a hectic day for me because I will be visiting a cottage like that. I still need to get additional information about the cottage, then I will know how to proceed.
The next day came quickly, and I was very ready for it. I wore something comfortable and nice for the weather and got some book and pen ready with my little bag pack.
There was this particular Cottage called the Sythaven Cottage, right here in New Orleans French Quarters.
Today was the day for researches, I knew places to visit. My mother's best friend had given that much information, and I also asked around, anyone who could say anything about that Cottage.
I learned a lot, this cottage had a very darkly history. And it was said that it was not always like that but, as we may have it, it became that way.
I also found out that these cottages were hidden behind illusions and some kind of barriers. There was always a warning that no one should go into the certain place because whoever goes, there does not come out alive or come out at all.
The person just disappears, never to be seen, "Is this where the witch I am looking for is? This would be harder than expected, crazier even, but I have to be brave. If I want answers, then I have to fight for it."
So throughout the day I used it for researches and from there I was able to visit so many places and give myself a tour.
New Orleans seemed like a lovely place to settle down and live.
More information about the Sythaven Cottage I was looking for was gotten, "So do you know anyone who can help me break this barrier, so I could go into or see it?"
"Why would you want to do that? I already told you that it was dangerous and forbidden. Even the people who were born and raised in New Orleans never try to do that talk less of tourists like yourself", the man who had given me the most information advised me.
"I know Sir, I have heard you, but do you know any witch that can help me? This is essential, it is a matter of life and death and there is someone I need to save," I explained to him.
He hummed and asked for my book and pen, which I gave to him. He wrote whatever he was writing and gave them back to me, "A witch, that is her name and phone number. Call her, she can help you."
"Thank you so much Sir," I said, truly thankful as I got up to leave.
"Be careful," he said to me, and I nodded.
"I will."
It was alright late and the usual routine, eat, gather my information, put them together, while on the bed and then called the witch.
It was settled, I was to meet her the next day, and that was what I did. She did some spells and incantations, and she made a necklace.
She advised me to put it around my neck, which I did. I was not exactly going for the mission yet, but I was thinking of sneaking into the place, getting some insights and then plan.
Because I can't plan if I do not know how the place looks, right?
So I did just this but guess what, I was caught? And whoever it was that caught me, was not smiling at all. His face looked so scary, and soon I was being chased.
I ran and ran, sweating profusely, my heart was beating so loud, and when I finally thought all the coast was clear and stopped to take a breath.
I felt something hit the back of my head hard, and I fell into darkness!