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  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