Elizabeth and Thomas were on the way to the village of Crawley, on the west of Sussex, they travelled by carriage and had relative ease and comfort inside of it.Thomas would have loved to look out the window but there wasn't much to see as a fog had fallen over their route.In front of him, Elizabeth was reading some books, courtesy of Sister Margaret, and compared them to the notes she had taken from Alan Murray, she was lost in thought.“You look quite alluring while you are concentrating” the afro-brit said looking at her, she took her face out of a book and beamed him a smile.“That’s because the case we have is interesting” Elizabeth said while fixing her hair, leaving the book in her lap “it also helps that the company I keep is silent, reliable and visually appealing”.The atmosphere changed to playful and coquette.“Well, then I am glad that I can be silent, reliable and visually appealing…” he said chuckling “would being brooding help or break the spell?”“I don’t think bein
The carriage stopped at the threshold of the village.“That’s as far as I will take you” the coachman said through the special window and moved to the back of the vehicle to take care of their cases, he wanted to leave the place before sundown.The passengers stepped out of the carriage and lucky for them Mr Murray was waiting for them. “Welcome…” he said as he extended his hands towards Thomas and Elizabeth “I am glad to see you again Miss Carter.” he said dashingly.“Oh please call me Elizabeth, I insist” she said shaking his hand.“And you must be her associate” he extended his hand towards Thomas.“Yes, Thomas Kent, nice to meet you, Mr Murray”The Scotsman patted him on the shoulder “call me Alan, if the lady insists on using her name so will I…” he moved to where the coachman was and helped him with the cases “I came down here knowing the carriage might not want to come to our little village I am surprised he has taken you so far.”Thomas joined him and lifted some of them, div
After having breakfast Alan took them to the village and let them outside the house of Maggie Sawyer, he in turn would look for supplies and see if there was any development on the undead situation. Thomas and Elizabeth stepped in front of the door, as they tried to polish a couple of details. “I think it would be best if you are the one making the questions, Thomas” she said as she rid his jacket of a leaf “after all you were a policeman and you would know what questions to make.” “I think that would be quite sensible” taking his hat off ready to knock on the door. “I will stay as silent as possible, taking notes, I will only interject if I can't help it” she said with a focus in her tone. “Which will be in the first three minutes” he said very entertained, knowing that Elizabeth was filled with questions. There were sounds of steps making their way towards the entrance, and soon the door was opened by a 20-year-old woman. She had brown eyes, chestnut-coloured hair, chubby che
Elizabeth glanced at Maggie, she didn’t want her to spend more time here than she needed to "You can go home now"The governor's daughter turned her back and started walking back to town.Thomas hurriedly made one last question "Where could we find, your friend Rory?"Maggie turned her face one last time "He is in the carpentry just down the road, near the pub, it has a green door you can't miss it" after this she made her way back to her house.Elizabeth knelled on the floor beside Thomas contemplating the soil as it was hiding some clue. "While we are here contemplating the rising dead I can’t help to remember the scars of the plague, it started in the 20’s and while it softened it still took a lot of lives" Her eyes fixed now on the tombs of the women who were incinerated."It does leave a mark on the ones that survived it, it was a nasty business, to us is a fading memory but to the ones that properly lived them I don’t think they will ever be the same" the former policeman said
Alan Murray had led Elizabeth to a safe path, the house of Ms Martin was on the outskirts of Crawley, in a hill-like location. A place with an enviable view, such was the case that it would be on par with a beautiful landscape painting. The mist that overcame the village was now heading in their direction. The house of the suspect was now incredibly close when they were suddenly greeted by Ms Martin bargaining her door open with a single-shot pistol aiming towards them. Alan and Elizabeth fall back trying to avoid death. Ms Martin takes her shoot that flies over Elizabeth’s shoulder and hits something behind them. They turned to see what was behind them and to their dismay, it was a corpse with no flesh in its bones, with one of its shoulders broken by the bullet Miss Martin fired. The dead hurled away from them in a state of fear, to their relief. “I am sorry about that Alan” the dusky-haired woman said as she walked towards them with her gun in hand.She had a stern facial co
Thomas walked to the abandoned place that belonged to Thompson’s late grandmother, he had no problem following his instructions and in no time he was at the place.The cabin was not that far removed from society, a couple of yards away and the town would be visible, but it was clear that no one walked near it and probably if asked they would deny its existence or just treat it like a haunted place.There was a small path leading up to it but surrounding it was tall grass and he could probably hear rabbits or other rodents moving through it. It was an old construction and it was abandoned long ago, it had a dilapidated look and you could see through some parts of it, the windows were cracked and the door was broken and it was held by the lower hinge and it was ajar.Thomas silently walked up to the house and took a look, it was a complete mess: construction wood on the floor, the odd mice and a scent of rust and mold.The construction had two rooms and both of them allowed a perfect v
The smell of cooking chicken and rice was engulfing Alan’s house as Elizabeth sat on the sofa writing on her journal thinking as the Scotsman prepared their meal.Unexpectedly the door opens as Thomas walks inside the room prompting the young woman to look at him, in that gaze she analyses Thomas's face.Elizabeth smiled with glee “You found out something, didn't you?”Thomas chuckled “I might have, after seeing Rory Thompson I walked up to the abandoned cabin of his grandmother…a witch… a druid to be exact and the place was ghastly, but I managed to find a clue or two.” he says reaching into his bag while sitting beside her.Alan kept working on the meal as he heard the supernatural investigators.“What you make of Rory Thompson, is he our Necromancer then?” the eager lady asked.“I would doubt it, Elizabeth” he said letting a heavy breath out as he was trying to ease down from his journey “His grandmother might have been a which but he was not eager to tell me that, even less where
Elizabeth insisted on going out after the meal was done, she was very excited about what she found in the book and it’s contents. The book was opened in her hand in the invisibility page and was headed for Alan’s chicken coup with a headstrong determination and enthusiasm. “What is the Plan Elizabeth?” Thomas said trying to keep up with her pace. “I think I have a theory but I must test it first” she stood now in front of the coup while the chicken were minding their own business. “Please tell me that we are not hurting these animals?” Thomas said as he notice how anxious Alan was. “I assure you as much, that is if I am right” The blond woman said as she held one hand towards the coup and read the footnote that she found on the Petit Albert and chanted “veni ad me caligo et tegere” Elizabeth had just cast a spell and it started working as a thick mist started covering the coup and the chickens. All three of them are in awe of what they were seeing, they could hear the chicken bu