by Clark, Wayne
Bad Move
By
Wayne Clark
Copyright 2016 Wayne Clark
All rights reserved.
This book is an 18+ some readers may find disturbing.
This book is also a part of a series and will follow on.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to Nicole Glozier for all of your help, advice, and guidance.
A special thank you to Nicole Glozier once again for being very supportive and an inspiration
Lastly, I am very lucky to have had you help me on this book with your support and encouragement.
This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
One couple
John and Jennifer Greyson moved
From London to Pluckley Kent village house
For their chance to build a stable home so they could start
A family of their own in a hundred year old
House in Pluckley Kent,
But things don’t actually go there way as they
Slowly find out the history of their home
And the village,
But Johns connection to the house.
Comes to light after finding out he is related to a bad spirt that once lived there
A hundred years ago, in the end does john or Jennifer die? Things do go bump in the night.
Chapter one. Our fresh start.
Monday morning and what a beautiful sunny day. Jennifer and I have a
house viewing in pluckley lent. It’s a little far from London but I suppose
that’s the idea. The problem is that we don’t drive so it will Cost a fair bit
to go places as the house is In the middle of no where.. Jennifer had
called a taxi.
“John, taxi is here”
“Brilliant. You ready Jennifer? “
“Yes. I am Excited aren’t you?”
“Defiantly honey”
We then got in the taxi and headed to pluckley Kent to view the house. I
wasn’t too sure about it. Truth is I’m settled here in London but Jennifer
doesn’t like it here at all. Sometimes you have to do what’s best for your
partner. I don’t like seeing her unhappy. We had finally arrived in pluckley
Kent. We pulled up outside the house. It wasn’t something I would buy.
“John it looks beautiful don’t you think?”
I sarcastically replied.
“Yes. Absolutely beautiful.”
“Hmm you don’t sound very happy about it john?”
“I’m just unsure. Let’s check the inside first”
We made our up to the front door to meet with the estate agents.
“Hi. John and Jennifer I assume? “
“Yes that is us”
“Come on in”
We both walked inside and had a look around. It is very spacious, lots of
room to put things. The only room I did like was the kitchen. I wondered if
this place was furnished as I seen furniture. I had then pulled Jennifer
aside to ask her views.
“Jennifer can I have a word?”
“Sure honey”
“Jennifer and I are just going to have a little chat?”
“Sure. Take your time guys”
We had a chat in the living room about the house. Truth is I’m not to sure
about the house at all. There is something wrong about this place?
“What do you think Jennifer?”
“I love it John. It would be great for us don’t you think? The garden is beautiful. So much space”
“Jennifer You said for us to be strait with each other right?”
“You don’t like it John?”
“I do, but then I don’t”
“Oh John please, this would be a great start for us baby?”
Jennifer new how to win me around, I couldn’t just say no though.
“Well we can only try can’t we?”
“Yay I love you John”
We then spoken to the estate agent to ask how soon we can sign the
paper work. I was surprised to what he had said to us.
“You can sign today and move in strait away”
Jennifer was excited, I went ahead with it.
“Great. It’s all yours guys. Enjoy”
The estate agent had handed over the guys and left in a hurry. Jennifer
and I locked up and headed back to London after we had one more look
around the house. We are finally here, our new home, a fresh start. We
had been here a week now, Enjoying our new life here in Pluckley Kent, I
usually stay up and watch TV in the living room
Around eleven o'clock at night as I struggle to sleep, I would lay in bed for
hours, still wouldn’t shut off, So I would pull out the laptop, put on the TV
till I’m ready to Go to bed, but that feeling I get when I’m up on my own,
as if some think is watching me? I can feel it watching over me, I spoken
to my partner Jennifer about this so many times, She would say you’re
just tired, you should speak to the doctor about your sleep problem.
Yes maybe she is right in sense, but I can’t help but think they is
something living Among us, at night they would be scratching noses on
the celling, but we had pest control out. They checked the loft for gaps,
the usual stuff they do, they confirmed that they is
No way of anything being up there, am I going crazy? I hate the thought
of people thinking I’m Crazy when I know I’m not crazy. I do remember
about a week ago around ten in The morning, the kettle had turned on,
we always take the plug out after use, my wife even shouted.
“Can I have a tea please john”
I went into the kitchen, the kettle was boiling hot? The plug wasn’t even
plugged In the Wall socket? I went upstairs to our bedroom to explain to
Jennifer about this, she didn’t believe me, she Thought I was losing my
mind, but I wasn’t losing my mind, and I wasn’t in The kitchen, and nor
was She, I was busy painting the living room, Jennifer was upstairs on
Facebook talking to family, I didn’t know what to make of it, you can’t
explain it even if you tried. I got back to painting the Living room,
everything seemed ok for a few hours, Jennifer popped out to get some
shopping in, I was just busy doing what a man does best,
Decorating, we haven’t long moved in to this house, when we first moved
in it was Victorian Looking, all the belongings of the last people remained
in the House, but that’s like around Hundred years ago, old wallpaper,
every think just looks old nothing Had been touched, the smell was dusty,
hard to explain, they wasn’t any natural light, It looked like Loads of trees
where in the way of the sunlight, but we made this house our Home, we
are the Second owners of this house since around hundred years, the
estate Agents confirmed this, they just could not sell the place, strange, I
did a bit of research on this House at the local library as I was wanted to
know the history of the House, Just curious that No one had brought this
house before us? I wasn’t going to tell Jennifer I was Researching the
house, what I found out so far w
as a family around a hundred years ago
Lived here, what I am about to tell you is sickening, this is why I can’t just
tell Jennifer. The father was a local Doctor living with his wife and two
twin daughters, the doctor Was a great man to what I had seen at the
library to start off with? He did everything for His
Family, he would bring money into the house, give the daughters
whatever they wanted, the wife would have make up, shoes, they were
spoilt. When I got back from the library I went down to the basement To
get the Sandpaper so I could sand down the fire place, strangely I found a
letter from the Doctor who used to live here before us.
“The year is 1920 June 5th, I am the local doctor of Pluckley village, I am writing this letter as I don’t have much time left. I have done some wrongfully things witch I cannot explain in this letter, if you buy this place you have made a bad move, please leave this place, don’t give it a second thought. Please just get out why you can I am being framed for the murder of my family, it wasn’t me it was demons, I gave my family everything they wanted, I love them!
Dr. Carter”
I knew this letter was to us, the only research I did was ask the estate
agents, research in The Library, The only thing estate agents said is the
family had died in the house, the Doctor was admitted to an asylum, the
estate agents couldn’t disclose information to me, Only tell me what I
needed to no, unfortunately the doctor would be dead by now. The Letter
explained a lot of Detail On how he gave his family everything they
wanted, how He loved them, how he was being framed for the murder of
his family, he believed
Demons did this to his family, I would of Thought People would have
believed him as he is a Doctor, but as they say people turn funny Weather
Your Professional or not, the letter was a Warning to whoever lives here
next, that would be us, yes I brushed it off, I thought He is just mentally ill,
I wanted to find out what actually happened here in our house, so I
contacted the Local village police to see if they had any old reports of this,
it’s a small village they must know Something about this family, I was
Right they did no some think, the officer I spoke to didn’t want to say too
much, the only thing he said was Dr Carter was a very sick man, if you
really want to know what Happen then your best off contacting the local
Health service as the asylum is no longer around, But he then said.
“Are you the new house owner?”
“Yes I am”
“Come round to the local police station”
“Ok what’s your name? “
“My name is Sargent Jackson, I will tell you all you need to know”
The moment I was invited to the local police station I knew I couldn’t stop
now, I just want to Find Out about this family as this was getting
interesting. Arriving at the village police station, I felt fear in my stomach,
Could say I was actually excited at the same time of finding out the history
of this House, Walking through the police station doors they all Stopped In
silence, looked right At me as I was walking up to the front desk.
“Hi I’m here to …”
“I know, Please take a seat”
“Ok”
I wouldn’t say this was rude of the officer, but she looked like she had
seen a ghost. The history of this village says it all, Good old Pluckley Kent.
As Sgt Jackson walked towards me he looked ashamed to be making
communication with me?
“Everyone get back to work!” Sargent shouted.
“Yes Sargent”
The Sargent took a seat in the interview room with me, he then said.
“You’ve got guts living in that house”
“Is that so?”
What he meant by that was loads of people viewed the house but never
brought it, Estate agent tried so hard to sell it even at the price of thirty
thousand, which should have been fifty Thousand, Still No buyers, we had
a call from the estate agents, thought this could be great for Jenifer and I,
a brand New start in life, the officer told me everything, what had
changed his mind about Telling me? The Officer told us he only knows
what the village rumors where, that the Doctor was using his wife as An
Experiment, He killed his two twin daughters so he could Carry this out,
why would the Doctor want to do that? The officer said the doctor had
Been suffering with illusions & Voices. The voices were saying to him that
his wife is a demon,
He needs to save her. The voices, illusions, just got the better of him. The
officer said if you Want the ins and outs He could drag up his file, get the
medical report but would take Weeks to receive. You won’t like what you
see, funny enough I believed him, I walked out The police station, The
Rain was pouring down, I was dreading the walk back home. The results
From the station were good, I’m hoping it’s not as bad as the way the
officer made it Sound? After walking home, walking up the long drive way,
I became light headed, I put it
Down to Anxiety, I looked up to the window next to our bedroom, I saw a
lady? I wasn’t Scared, I was confused. To be honest I was already aware of
the presence, my partner Isn’t, so There’s going to be a problem
explaining this to her. I walked inside the house, there
Was that smell again, the one I always smelt when stepping back into our
home, Smelt like … It’s kind of hard to explain the smell, it’s kind of like a
dust, rotting flesh smell, there is Nothing here that could be causing such
a smell? The house has been looked at, there wasn’t
Anything rotten found, so I went into the kitchen, got a Beer from the
fridge then sat down, put the TV on to unwind and relax. As I was sitting
Down having a beer I heard a Thud upstairs, I assumed it was Jennifer
back home from Shopping, I heard laugh’s upstairs, I
Just thought nothing of it, I got up to see if it was Jennifer, I was walking
up the stairs I Heard glass smash, I then begun to walk even slower
upstairs, that moment the glass smashed I then thought we was being
burgled in broad day light, I then Stopped, I was on the very Top step, I
looked to my left, I saw a lady stair right at me with the Most scariest
look, my Heart fluttered, I was scared, felt paralyzed that I couldn’t move,
she shouted, “Get out!” The bedroom door just slammed shut, Jennifer
then came home, seen Me Standing
There with my hand on my mouth. “John what’s wrong, are you ok?” I just
mumbled Words I Couldn’t even say, I couldn’t tell her what had happen,
she would be frustrated with me, I’m Not ready to tell her, I know that
may sound bad of me, but I would rather protect her
Emotions From Whatever this is. I then walked back down stairs, gave her
cuddle, I just Said I had a panic Attack, yes it’s bad of me to be lying, but I
don’t want her involved in this unless they do anything to her.
“Have you had lunch yet john?”
“No not yet. Kind of got distracted”
I do feel bad not saying anything about this situation, so I will chat with
Jennifer over lunch to See if she has encountered anything like this. As we
were in the kitchen I looked at Jennifer in worry that something could
attack her when I’m out or busy outside, I must make her aware of this As
soon as Possible, I can’t hide this from her. I sat down for a rest, I
prepared to speak to her.
“Jennifer, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what’s wrong John?”
“Do you notice or feel something strange here?”
“No, only that where happy here, we have a wonderful home”
After our chat, Jennifer went to cook lunch, I went back to painting. As I
was about to… my Equipment had been moved somewhere out of sight? I
then searched the house starting with the Basement where I usually keep
my painting equipment. It wasn’t even there? I felt irritated because all I
wanted was to finish painting the living room. The only place left to check
was upstairs, I Thought our bedroom would be the best place to start,
considering what had happen today. I was walking up the basement stairs,
I felt unsteady on my feet as if I was going to pass out, my
Breath felt like it was being sucked out of my lungs like a hoover. It’s not a
very nice feeling at all, I wouldn’t wish it on no one. I couldn’t help but
think this was energy being drawn from me.
“John Hun! Lunch is ready.”
“Coming Jennifer!”
We sat down in silence eating our lunch, I begun to tell Jennifer about
what’s been happening around The house with the spirt. She didn’t seem
happy to hear about this at all.
“John can you just stop this please!”
“Why? I feel you need to no Jennifer, its important.”
“Look john, whatever problem you have, go see a doctor because I have had enough of this.”
I could tell by the tone of her voice she wasn’t happy about this at all, I
can’t blame her for not wanting to listen. It’s frustrating for me as I didn’t
get to tell her about what happen to me Before she came through the
door, I was thinking of letting this go, it’s hard to considering what’s Being
going on, I do feel this spirt or spirts are only picking on me, I don’t get it?
Ten minutes later Jennifer and I sat down on the sofa, not talking,
I feel I just messed a day up for her, last thing she wants to here is spirts