“On a wet Wednesday afternoon in the small village of Carlton, in North Essex, police are called to a bizarre incident at a long derelict old house which sits at the village crossroads. A young woman has been found wandering around the building and grounds; stark naked. She claims her name is Abigail Costner and she lives in the house with her family. The only problem is that house has been empty and abandoned for over fifty years! Jericho Tibbs is on scene because Miss Costner is a missing soul who should have died in 1910….”
Episode may contain the following warnings:
“All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical figures, are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are entirely fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Author’s notes about this episode:
[1] There is an 'ALEXANDRA' series adult extended versions currently available entitled:
&
"ALEXANDRA AND THE PONY GIRLS."
NOTE: This episode is COMPLETED but currently NOT PUBLISHED. But the 'Alexandra' series version is completed and will appear very different to this episode. On that site - it's quite extensive - and covers two episodes: 'Alexandra and the naked Edwardians' and the second part is 'Alexandra and the Pony girls.'
Please remember ALL 'Alexandra' series episodes are 18+ and only for adults.
[2] The original Title for this episode was: ‘TRAVELLING LIGHT.’
[3]
A ‘Temporal Detectives’ original story.
[4] "THE NAKED TIME TRAVELLER.” This episode, was conceived and written by the author. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen Williams. No reproduction of any part without written permission. The illustration is an original photograph found in the Public Domain with NO copyright or photographer claimed. I completed a 'Google' Visual search and the result was: "No results were found to help you learn more about this image. This could be because it's private, very new or doesn't appear on many pages." It has been in my collection for some years and unfortunately, it's details have been lost. If you know anything different about this please contact the author via his website: https://stephenjohnwilliams.blogspot.com
[5] ***Plot Spoiler!***
A little extra warning: This episode contains references to 'white slavery', prostitution, mild horror, Demonic activities, sexual abuse and BDSM. It may offend/disturb some readers!
Episode details:
Concept
date: 27th November 2020
First
published: Unavailable
Status: COMPLETED BUT UNPUBLISHED.
Location:
BOOK SERIES 0 – EPISODE 0.
Revisions:
7 [Last revised December 2023]
Version:
In Review.
Published Episode No. 00
Previous
episode: NONE.
Next
episode: NONE.
Age
recommendation: 15+
Average
reading time: Approximately 75 Minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team
Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 0 - 378139 - 11 - 1910
Human years:
Gregorian Calendar: MCMXMuslim Calendar: 1327 - 1329 [AH]
Hebrew Calendar: 5670 - 5671
Christian Calendar: 1910AD
Episode Preview
"THE NAKED TIME TRAVELLER."
1. CHELMSFORD CROSSROADS, Saturday June 7th 1969.
Constable John Greggs pulled his ‘Panda’ car into the bus stop space and checked the bright green shed [it actually was a shed with one wall removed and a wooden seat fitted! It didn’t belong to the Essex Bus Company: the locals had erected it themselves, to hide from inclement weather, all the company had supplied was a bloody pole and metal plate] It was empty, which didn’t surprise him, it was Saturday and the only bus that stopped here had already gone. He switched off the engine and placed his cap on, stepping from the little Morris Minor that was painted blue and white.
He walked along the edge of the
quiet carriageway [there was no pavement] and stared down the road which ran to
the village of Carlton. There was nothing to see. He sighed and cussed about
crank calls from that bloody builder, Bob Menzies, claiming that he had seen a
stark-naked young woman walking down this road, looking confused, when he had
driven through the crossroads, heading up the Chelmsford Road. Bob said he had
turned around but found no trace and now Constable Greggs had the same result.
Nothing, no naked lady.
John turned and walked back to his car and stopped, staring at the sight peering into the passenger side window. It was a naked young woman – a very pretty, but naked young woman – who turned and stared at him. He walked up slowly, enjoying the view and as he drew near, he could see she was very pretty indeed with her fine big breasts and dark hairy fanny really catching his eye. He reprimanded himself for those thoughts and told himself he had to act like a professional police officer. He sighed again: that was going to be bloody difficult when confronted by something like this. He raised his hand and said – with some authority – and a smile, “Can I help you miss?”
The young woman clasped her hands together and nodded, she seemed totally unconcerned that she was stark naked on a public road, talking to a policeman! She looked about and started to cry and babble about her house being in ruins and no sign of her family and could he help her. He pulled off his jacket and draped it around her; with some reluctance it should be noted! Carefully he persuaded her to sit in the rear of the car, clutching his jacket about herself. She sobbed and told him that her name was Miss Abigail Costner and her family lived at Hendon House, but it was now just a derelict with no sign of her family. “I just walked through the old, ruined archway, going to the picnic by the stream when I found that there was no-one there and the place was very different. I don’t understand what happened, where is everyone? We were having such fun after the carriage race, where Alex won with auntie and there was champagne and she received some flowers and could pick the man who would…..” She stopped shouting and curled up on the seat, sobbing and repeating “I don’t know what happened!”
The young constable wiped his face and stared at the crying girl. This beats anything he had dealt with before and told her that someone at the station would fetch her help from the hospital and she shouldn’t upset herself. He gripped the wheel and remembered where Hendon House was, less than half mile down the road, but it was, as she stated, now derelict after being unoccupied for over fifty years. The name Costner did ring a bell, hadn’t they been the local landowners around here before the first world war? But the family’s one son [and heir] had been killed in war and the family moved away, to America he believed, but wasn’t sure. He looked back at the distraught girl and shook his head: what a waste, beautiful and mentally ill. He told her they would head to the police station and sort it all out. But he guessed that without serious medication and psychiatric care, there was little hope for her. That thought made him really sad and he pitied the young beauty.
John started the car and headed for the village and the police station, he had to smile, old sergeant Barney Kemp was going to love this one! Maybe the national press could get involved and make an appeal to find her family? Now he smiled at that, it was something positive. He turned for a moment and looked at the girl, now quiet and sucking her thumb. Sweet Jesus, what a fucking waste he thought again.
Divij pulled the big Rover car over and stopped. The hospital car park had only few cars and an ambulance, so he picked a space by the entrance doors. An ambulance man was sitting at the wheel, and he glanced over and then went back to reading his paper. “More bloody press I guess.” He muttered to himself, and then sat up and smiled, talking to himself, “Now that’s what I call a fucking chick!” And watched really carefully as the young man slipped from the rear and kept the door open for the woman to step out. She was a real beauty with a tight-fitting blouse and short mini skirt. Her breasts were big, and her legs were long. “If she’s a fucking reporter, then I picked the wrong sodding career!” He said to himself and leaned on the open window and smiled.
Jericho just nodded to him and called the team to the bottom of the steps and discretely consulted his mirror, speaking softly as Divij, Owen and Alex gathered around him. “You’ve seen the old newspaper report about her. Basically found stark naked at a village crossroads, claiming she was a Miss Abigail Costner who lived in a derelict house near there. Hendon House: which was last occupied in 1916. The family moved to America after the only son was killed on the Somme and the place fell into total disrepair. It will be renovated in 1979 by a large hotel chain and turned into a luxury country hotel. That must have a cost a fortune, even in those days. Owen, what have we got for that name in this time and place.”
Owen thrust his hands into his jeans pocket and nodded, “There should have been an Abigail Foster, nee Costner who should have been collected in 1910 after dying of appendicitis near Christmas that year, but she’s a missing soul. Well, until she appeared stark naked at those crossroads. But obviously we need to run a mirror over this woman to confirm that. She dropped from the timeline in 1910 and nothing was heard of her until a few days ago and this is 1969 currently. So she must have time travelled, but not voluntarily I strongly suspect. So, I believe there must be a time portal near that house you mentioned. She’s not the first one to disappear around here. I have four other people missing, One from the 1600’s, one from 1823, one from 1899 and of course, Miss Costner in 1910. But the house and family in Edwardian times had quite a risqué reputation. Apparently, the place was an early nudist colony and if the rumours are true, contained a sex cult that got up to all sorts of weird things.”
Divij grunted, “So a bunch of perverts were having fun. I can imagine what sordid games they got up to, probably orgies and the like.” Owen whispered to Alex, “Probably never been invited to one.” Alex restrained herself from giggling and stared at the ambulance driver, who smiled at her and blew a kiss. She ignored him and said to Jericho, “What’s this about a woman called Alex being mentioned by the poor girl?”
Now Jericho smiled as he gestured up the steps for them to follow him. “That’s the real interesting part Alexandra, she describes a guest at the house who – apparently – was stunningly beautiful, behaved like an unpaid whore and took park in kinky games. You didn’t take a holiday here in 1910, did you?”
But
he laughed and they stopped at reception. Alex muttered about never being here
before and folded her arms. The elderly woman on reception listened carefully
to Jericho explaining they were from ‘The Daily Mirror’ to cover the story of
the girl found on the crossroads. He pointed out that a picture and headlines
could bring her family forth. The old lady just nodded and picked up the phone;
“I fetch Doctor Roberts. She’s in his care, so, please take a seat.” She
pointed to some plastic chairs against a wall and the team sat and waited.
Owen whispered to Alex, “Now that woman called Alex does sound like you! I wonder what the kinky games were? I know one thing, if this mission is on, I can’t change into Jackie, not in a bloody nudist colony!” Alex stuck up a single finger but smiled. He was right: he certainly couldn’t play Jackie in a nudist colony in 1910! They waited for about ten minutes, then an elderly doctor appeared, complete with a bright white coat and stethoscope. He shook Jericho’s hand and asked how he could help. Jericho recounted their cover story and he nodded slowly and approvingly “Any confirmation of her identity would be good. She claims she is Abigail Costner who was born in 1890, which is course, totally impossible. So we must ascertain her true identity and hopefully, find some family to discharge her care too. If I recall, the Costner family did reside in Hendon House until the middle of the Great War, but the place has been empty for years, almost over half a century If I’m right.” He folded his arms and shook his head, “Some of the stories she has spoken about, under sedation, of what happened at the house is quite bloody incredible. Naked parties, sex orgies, BDSM and kinky games! Quite an imagination for one so young.” He gestured for them to follow him.
They gathered around the sleeping girls bed and Divij pretended to take a picture with his cumbersome camera: he was playing the photographer of the group. Jericho was the head reporter [of course!] Alex was the female reporter who would conduct any interview, if they could obtain one, and Owen was the junior reporter, sent for experience. Owen discretely operated his mirror as Jericho spoke with Doctor Roberts. He didn’t smile and nodded at the others. They all knew that the girl was, indeed, the missing Miss Abigail Costner: the mission was on. He turned to Alex and grinned; “Looks like you’re in for a kinky time and you can say it’s in the line of duty, you lucky so and so.” Alex just sighed.
"THE NAKED TIME TRAVELLER" CONTINUES IN 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' BOOK SERIES 0 [EPISODE 0.]
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