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"Boston, Massachusetts – 1958 - Convent of Saint Mary Magdalene. A young nun is having troubled dreams and visions about a demon of the 'Dark Prince' who apparently is 'stalking' the woman. Sister Sarah is being treated for her hallucinations and the local Priest is quite sceptical about the whole incident. But Jericho is on the case after Alex reads the story in an old newspaper. The young woman's description of the demon in human form matches the senior Demon 'Cabel', so Jericho must now investigate after Owen discovers a shocking dark secret, concerning the young nun!"
Average reading time: 60 Minutes.
Episode can be found in BOOK SERIES 2.
Gregorian Calendar: MCMLVIII
Muslim Calendar: 0766 - 0767
Hebrew calendar: 5125-5126
Christian Calendar: 1958AD
"SISTER SARAH DREAMS OF DEMONS.” The original drawing for this episode was created by the author, as was this episode, which was also conceived and written by him. Copyright © 2011-2025 Stephen Williams. No reproduction of any part without permission.Author’s notes on this episode:
[1]
This episode contains very strong language and sexual references including
serious sexual assault.
[2]
The original Title for this episode was: ‘THE DEMON.’
[3]
A ‘Jericho Tibbs’ original story.
[4] There is NO Alexandra adult extended version currently available.
Episode details:
Concept
date: 19th September 2019
First
published: 27th July 2020
Status: COMPLETED & PUBLISHED.
Revisions: 5 [last revised March 2021]
Version:
Final.
Published
Episode No. 17
Previous
episode: “The peculiar pirates of
Paradise Bay.”
Next
episode: “The legend of Captain Hernando
de Plaza.”
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 7 - 109589 - 9 - 1958
"SISTER SARAH DREAMS OF DEMONS."
1. Boston, Massachusetts - September 22nd,
1958. The Convent of St. Mary Magdalene; just after Midnight.
Sister Rachel ran quickly down the long bare corridor towards the cells, her flashlight casting flickering and erratic shadows upon the whitewashed walls. She was actually panting when she stopped outside Sister Sarah's cell and hastily pushed a large brass key into the lock and threw open the heavy door. Sister Rachel stared in disbelieve and with some fear, as the body of Sister Sarah lay stark naked upon the cold stone floor in a strange, contorted posture. Her eyes and mouth wide open and hands gripping the sheet hanging from the bed.
The other nun's, whose cells were in the same corridor, were shouting to be
released and even banging on their cell doors. Sister Rachel stood almost
frozen with fear; the torch shaking in her hand whilst the other covered her
mouth; preventing a terrible scream from escaping.
Mother Superior Margaret appeared behind Sister Rachel, wrapped in an old red
dressing gown and wearing red slippers. She crossed herself and gripped Sister
Rachel by the arm; she could feel the Nun trembling below her nightdress.
"Fetch Father John immediately." Was all she said and pushed into the
small bare room and felt Sister Sarah's neck. She shouted after the departing
Sister Rachel; "By the grace of sweet Jesus, she's still alive; call an
ambulance!" She wrapped the faintly breathing woman in the sheet, having
to prise her fingers from it first.
That's when she wondered where the young Nun's night dress was, she managed to
get Sister Sarah onto the bed and then looking about the room also noticed that
the wooden crucifix, which was fixed above her bed, lay smashed upon the floor.
Slowly she returned to the corridor and using her master keys - which she
always carried - released the other three nuns that slept in this corridor.
Sister Grace was a trained nurse and Mother Superior ordered her to attend
Sister Sarah at once. The old nun crossed herself and disappeared into the cell.
The other two nuns stood in silence as Mother Superior ran a hand over her
face; she was sweating. "What did you see and hear?" She asked the
visibly shocked pair.
They started to babble together, and Margaret had to grip both their arms and
demand they calm down. "You first Sister Anna." She said quietly and
listened without comment to the nun's story, blurted out between sobs, "It
must have been around midnight when I heard the screams - at first I thought I
was dreaming - but they were so bad and close by, that I jumped from the bed
and pressed against the small window of my cell door. I could see nothing in
the dark corridor. That's when I realised that it was Sister Sarah screaming;
oh God Reverend Mother; they were terrible, truly terrible. I could hear things
being thrown about....and an evil high-pitched voice that made me shiver in
fear. Then an awful silence; an absolute quietness that made me shiver. Then I
saw the flashlight and heard Sister Rachel running down the corridor."
Sister Anna sobbed loudly and folded her arms around herself adding; "That
voice didn't sound human. I swear by my Lord Christ that it couldn't have been
human." She whispered and wiped her face with a trembling hand. Margaret
gripped her hand and told the girl to go to the small kitchen and make tea for
everyone. Sister Anna was clearly relieved to be ordered from the dreadful
scene and hurried up the corridor.
Sister Ruth pulled her dressing gown about herself and nodded; "All that
Sister Anna said is true; the screaming was utterly horrific Reverend Mother,
like Sarah was being murdered by something totally unholy." Margaret then
noticed the little pink hair curlers in Sister Ruth's short red hair and
sighed. She would deal with that infringement of the rules later. She told the
sister to help Anna with the tea's and turned back to the cell to find Sister
Grace standing in the doorway; pale faced and trembling, gripping her crucifix
with both hands.
Sister Grace tried to speak but nothing came out through her moving lips, Margaret gripped the woman's shoulders and leaned close to her face and Sister Grace whispered slowly what she had discovered. Even the normally resilient Reverend Mother was deeply shocked by what Sister Grace imparted. She crossed herself and told Sister Grace to make Sarah as comfortable as possible until the ambulance arrived.
Alone in the corridor, with the only weak moon light streaming through the two small roof windows which were locked and barred, the reverend Mother pressed her back against the cold wall and prayed for holy guidance as she gripped her large wooden crucifix to her breasts. Footsteps at the top of the corridor snapped her from the prayers and she could see Father John approaching, still in his pyjamas with a black raincoat wrapped about him and dark unlaced boots slapping against the concrete floor. He stopped in front of her and stared at the cell door.
Margaret leaned forward and spoke softly for a couple of minutes. The expression upon his rugged face changed and he ran a hand across it. He took a deep breath and whispered; "Raped. Bloody raped in a locked cell in the middle of a locked down Convent; with three other nun's watching through their door windows and they saw no-one leave the room?" Margaret nodded.
He stood in silence and ran both hands through his short dark hair. Father John was a handsome man, just touching thirty and had been a Priest for five years. He was the Convents 'Father Confessor' since his small church lay in the convent grounds and his parochial house was attached to that Church of the Blessed Virgin. He had a dry mouth and was grateful when Sister's Anna and Ruth appeared with a tea tray. He grabbed a cup and gulped down some warm refreshing tea.
He spoke softly to the reverend Mother who nodded her agreement to his words.
Father John would ring Detective Inspector William 'Billy' Gates - he had the
policeman's home number - and since he was a loyal Catholic who loved the
church; his discretion would be assured in this dreadful matter.
Father John returned to his office and dialled slowly; the bishop would have to
be informed first thing in the morning. He was talking to the Detective when he
saw the ambulance arrive; he cussed a little, when he saw the flashing light of
the police car that followed it. He would have to deal with the uniform
officers with some charm and diplomacy; otherwise, the bastards would sell the
story to the local paper for a few illicit bucks. He sighed and made his way
back to the corridor, lighting a cigarette as he walked. He would probably be standing before the bishop
that very morning, trying to justify his decision about the 'hallucinations' of
Sister Sarah and why she wasn't offered any form of protection from her 'Demon'
stalker, just prayers and spells of solitude in her cell. The damn woman may
have ruined his fucking career and the post he had been promised at the
Vatican, was now melting away. He cussed and threw the half-smoked cigarettes down and fixed a smile upon his face, as the two
uniformed police officers approached him, with Margaret
walking slowly behind.
"SISTER SARAH DREAMS OF DEMONS" CONTINUES IN 'TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' BOOK SERIES 2 [EPISODE 5.]
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“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.”
CAUTION:
“SOME OF THESE EPISODES CONTAIN VERY STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, HORROR AND SEXUAL REFERENCES. Some are RECOMMENDED suitable for persons aged 15+ years only.”
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