#irish!billy

The year was 1918, almost a new decade. Billy Hargrove, fresh off the boat and just passed his exams through the Isle of Hope. Newly 18 in a new country. Billy traded in his emerald isles for promises of gold paved roads in this land of the free and brave.

And at least one of those promises held up... freedom. Goodbye William of Turloughmore, hello Billy the American. Free from poverty, free from ancestry, free from a no good drunk father... where everyone has an equal shot of being a butter and egg man.

And Billy can't wait to see where this freedom will take him. But first, he has to find 125th east and 10th street. And damn... if this place ain't the bees knees. How Billy ended up in this place is behind him. He helped some lady on the boat find her feline and the next thing he knows she's handing him a piece of paper with this address on it.

So Billy let's himself into the building; but not without first kissing his St. Christopher that hangs around his neck. "Can never be too careful Billy. Always bring St. Christopher with you when you travel." Billy can still hear his mother's words she spoke when she gifted him the necklace before he set sails.

Billy learned everything he knows about the supernatural from his mother. "Remember the Saint's prayers, to always take your hat off inside, throw salt over your shoulder but never spill it. Ring a bell when entering a new home, never keep birds inside, don't step into fairy rings and never let a black cat cross your path."

That last one came to mind almost immediately as Billy waited in the foyer of the building. A small black cat came from the window's ledge and pranced across the room; but not without stopping and taking a glance at the intruder. Billy was surprised at how human-like the cat's gaze was. As if it was truly sizing him up. But then it went on his way, further into the building. Billy said a quick prayer to Saint Cajetan for good luck and proceeded into ghe building.

"Hello?" He asked outloud, waiting for a response. "I was told ta ask for a Mr. Harrin'ton. My name is Billy. I received a referral from an older women while I was aboard the S.S Nevada."

Billy started to feel as if no one was there, until a voice called back to him

"Hold on. I'll be there in a jiff!" The voice was male, younger. Perhaps as old as Billy himself?