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
Alan Murray was giving his wife for a second time, he was trying to stop himself, the tears, the memories and the shock but he held on to the skull of his dead wife. The sight was understandable to Thomas and Elizabeth, even tho this was the first time in the Lady’s life she had ever seen a man show his grief or even cry. Elizabeth gently tapped Thomas's arm letting him know it was okay to let go of her, and with empathy in her heart, she knelt beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder. “This must be extremely hard for you Alan, I can't even…” she didn’t know what to say, the words would not come out of her. Alan stopped sobbing but there was a quivering in him “I hurt…she was…I can’t…” his voice broke as he tried leaving the skull on the floor but still holding the locket in his hand. “It wasn’t her Alan, just her…her remains…you have done nothing wrong, you saved us, the necromancer was using her body to kill us.” Elizabeth's words were helping a little but emotion had him
There was a tenderness in her seeing the photograph, for the last conversation Elizabeth had with her it was clear she was extremely close to her mother and the picture brought a lot of emotions back so it was expressed in her face.“This picture was taken so long ago when they were young. They were very good friends…they even were each other's bridesmaids at their weddings…” there was a pause to stop her feelings from pouring out.“They had their little inside jokes, they would knit together and were godmothers to each other's daughters. They were as close as only friends can be” Suddenly it felt like Claudia Martin was frozen in time as if she was actually seeing them around the house: around the fire knitting, with their goddaughters having a funny conversation or both of their families having dinner together, many memories contained in one house, where she was the sole guardian.“What happened to them?” Thomas assumed that it was plague related since his trip to the cemetery with
Elizabeth and Thomas stood by the door of Michael Weaver's house, they knocked on the door but no answer came from the other side.There was tension in the air, a million things could explain why Micahel Weaver hasn't answered the door…one of them him being dead by the hand of one of the corpses running around, plus the fact that he hasn't been seen since the appearance of such creatures.The noble-born woman knocked on the door a second time, hoping the first attempt of announcing their presence was just not heard.But a couple of seconds later and no sound came from the other side.Thomas thought it was enough courtesy and decided to try to open the door and he could do it without any problems, it was unlocked.They stepped inside the house tentatively it looked as if it was recently neglected, not in a bad shape but the dust was starting to cast over the surfaces.Elizabeth made a slow turn to see any signs of life at first glance while Thomas was more detailed and he found one cha