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The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: Leads of the case
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
Last Updated : 2023-01-31The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: Maggie Sawyer and the cemetery
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-01The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: Rory Thompson's version
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-07The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: Claudia Martin
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-11The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: The abandoned cabin
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-15The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The rising dead: Comparing notes
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-16The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: new discoveries
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-18The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Rising dead: Picking up the pices
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
Last Updated : 2023-02-23
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The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Epilogue
Some of the members of the lynching mob we're now conflicted morally and emotionally knowing that they were so willing to kill a woman when the answer to their salvation was easy, simple and always in front of them.The Crisco matrimony were largely seen instigators of an unnecessary lynch and were shamed to the point of buying the newlyweds a new puzzle to start their family.Rory Thompson decided that the parcel that he wanted needed to be the one near his grandmother's cabin and He restored the small place into a home for him and Maggie in the parcel that the Crisco's offered them they grew vegetables and bread chickens and sheep.Your life was not one of luxuries but it was one of love.Any resentment that Mayor Sawyer could have had on the Thompson family was gone once his beloved daughter announced one day who was with child and he was a loving and proud grandfather.Children ran around the house and livened up the town with songs and laughter, innocent to the darkness that once
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Between Hell and an ANgery Mob part 2
The mob walked at them with a powerful and angry pace and when the team looked backwards the Hounds were growling at them with an ready expression.Apparently Misses Crisco shared all the information with her husband and they decided to turn the entire town of Crawley against Maggie.There was no were to go and the angry contingent of people moved to them with the clear intention of harming anyone on their way to get what they want.Elizabeth didn’t know what was worse the angry mob or the supernatural creatures from hell coming after them.As the crowd got closer they started surrounding Maggie and shielding her but Nathaniel Cirsco and his wife Genysys had a way with their methods, they manage to circle around them.The hounds were blocked off, but they weren’t withdrawing either and the sense of danger increased by the second.And they were not relenting but pushing forward to try to break the circle so they could get their hands on the ‘cursed’ woman, and front time to time one o
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Between Hell and an Angry mob (Part 1)
Everyone in the room was silent, she was giving a solution that didn’t make sense to them and it was certainly not amusing the mayor Sawyer.Thomas was surprised by her words but on a quick inspection, she was right. Mayor Swayer held his daughter close “I think you better explain yourself at once'' the idea was not at all appealing to him in the slightest.His only living child eloped with the grandson of a witch, he was not going to allow that in any shape or form. Not without a very, very, very good explanation. Elizabeth extended her hands forward signalling everyone to stay in place and give her time to explain, her breath was heavy after that horse ride but she was determined to save Maggie “Thanks to Thomas's brave efforts…'' she said acknowledging her companion “we found out that Hellhounds are given a name to destroy, they can't harm innocents only the person whose name was given to him. The answer then is to change her name'' She was starting to make sense to everyone e
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Racing against the sun
Elizabeth had waited for hours and the sun was threatening to completely disappear, she was worried and alone. She had paced back in forth for hours and had sat on a nearby rock too.She was scared for Thomas and the mission he had embarked on alone, he could be dead or been fragged to hell, and everything her mind could come up with was unnerving but luckily a familiar purr was heard down her leg helped her ease her down a bit, it was Claudia Martins's calico cat, Missy. She picked her up and held her in her arms and petted her holding her close to her chest.“How are you feeling miss Kitty?”. the cat meows at her as it starts moving her head in circles against her chest “You must have been very scared and alone, don’t worry I’ll take care of you so you don't have to be alone anymore''.They kept each other company until she heard the steps of someone running out of the cave and from the dark and shadowy cave Thomas Kent's image appeared, he was breathing fast and with an extremely
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: The cave from Hell
Elizabeth and Thomas were determined to find this cave and they decided to go prepared, crosses, holy water and anything resembling faith. If this truly was going to be a walk through the caves that lead to the pits of hell they wanted to be as close to heaven as possible.They walked up to Clauida’s house since they thought that there might be a chance that the gate to hell would be nearby.The once peaceful place was now destroyed and torn open by an angry swarm of people, in their fear-mongering minds there can be no traces of a person that called on the devil.Thomas and Elizabeth searched for hours, the grounds near the house and had even gone as far as to return to the home itself to see if the cavern was inside of it.But there was no trace of it so they started walking from it outwards to expand their search and in a couple of yards, Thomas found the dreaded entrance.There was a sombre aspect to it, while they found what they needed deep down they didn’t want to believe that
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Looking for a way forward
A quick envoy to Murrey would alert The Society to the most basic of information about the events of the last night and urged them to go directly to the mayor's house.The pair of detectives walked to the Sawyer house to find a congregation of familiar faces as soon as they crossed the threshold of the house.Sitting on the Sofa you could see Genysys Crisco with a cup of tea in hand looking both angry and upset, Rory Thompson resting against the wall in the corner, his body language was one of not wanting to draw attention. Lucas Sawyer was standing behind his daughter in a protective stance with a concerned look in his eyes, Maggie had a tired and pained expression this was waying on her heavily. The Reverend of Crawley was also there, bible in hand in his full attire, with holy water in one of his pockets pacing around the room.Elizabeth and Thomas took steps closer to them and when they finally found the courage they finally spoke “What happened? Tell us, and spare no detail”Th
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: The Hunt beigns
Maggie was walking down the streets in the early night accompanied by Rory Thompson, they shouldn’t be walking together but they just couldn’t be that far away from each other. Rory was a little more protective now of her, while her father believe danger had passed the Thompson boy was not that at ease since he heard the events of the death of Claudia Martin. He made sure that Maggie knew some of the details of what happened there, as least graphic as possible but he avoided the alleged curse that she left before giving herself to the dark one. Maggie was happily being led by Rory as she was latching onto his arm, she felt happy, she hoped that this was a thing they could do in daylight, going on picnics and strolling down the streets like men and wife. There was a small almost imperceptive sound reminiscent of a hound that got Maggie to stop and turn her head back to the road they were walking “Did you hear that?” Rory looks back to where she is facing but he shrugs his shoulders
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: Aftermath
Elizabeth sat comfortably at Alan Murray's kitchen table. A cup of tea was resting near her with toasted bread and slices of cheese as the house owner was taking off her bandages to clean her burn. Alan took a soft wet cloth and started to clean the wound gently, even tho his movements were slow and careful she still winched in pain ever so often “Do you think it will leave a mark?” “I am afraid it will Lass, this is going to be with you for life…” He says completely sure but smiles at her “But it will be a reminder that you saved someone's life once, a person that was dear to me” Elizabeth hissed as the burned flesh on her palm was being cared for but tried to keep high spirits “It was my pleasure, I know that Michael is very dear to you…and the type of attachment you made with him after your wife died.” Alan was silent for a couple of seconds, that was a secret he didn’t want anyone to know about there was something about this London girl who knows more than a Lady should that ma
The Victorian Society of Strange Ocurrances The Hellhounds of Crawley: The burning of the witch
After the events that transpired at the mayor's Lucas Saweyer’s house where an undead attacked the only living child of the town’s leader, Maggie, by moving corpses commanded by the town's doctor Claudia Martin. The residents of Crawley had been shaken that night and the whole affair was aggravated by the days of fear that they had experienced with the fog and the horrible images it could be holding, the imagination was an enemy to the people of this town. When this type of tension, feelings of unsafety and fear collide in people's lives for this long it pushes people to their most primal selves…and the residents of this town had enough of all three and qualified their actions after the events transpired as primal would be too kind. The burning of a Witch had not been a thing in civilised England in a long time, even the late Queen Anne had pardoned one Jane Wenhamw from hanging a century ago out of the out barbarity of the whole affair, and probably due to her innocence. But the c
