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"Dave
Fisher and his girlfriend Sally are amazed to discover that a great uncle of
Dave's has died and left his rambling old house to his young great nephew.
‘Salem House' stands alone in the wilds of Yorkshire, off the beaten track and
with few neighbours, the old house is steeped in legend and stories of ghosts
and strange happenings. But that won't put the young couple off and they move
to the old house in June 1974 and find that the old place does, indeed hide an
incredible secret. Jericho Tibbs is now on the case after the pair simply
vanishes....."
Episode Warnings:
Alcohol
– Smoking – Strong language – Violence [including brutal murder] – Strong
sexual references [including sexual assaults] – Mild horror – Human trafficking
and prostitution references.
Author’s notes
about this episode:
[1]
This episode contains strong language and very strong sexual references.
[2]
The original Title for this episode was: ‘THE MYSTERY OF SALEM HOUSE.’
[3]
A ‘Jericho Tibbs’ original story.
[4]
This episode is linked to: ‘Salem House
Hotel.’
[5] Illustration is an author’s created sketch
of an original drawing found in the Public Domain with Artist and Copyright details
unavailable. If you know anything about this please contact the author via his
website: https://stephenjohnwilliams.blogspot.com
Episode details:
Concept
date: 3rd July 2019
First
published: 4th August 2019
Status: COMPLETED & PUBLISHED.
Location: BOOK SERIES 3 – EPISODE 1.
Revisions: 6 [last revised March 2020]
Version:
Final.
Published Episode No. 025
Previous
episode: “Lucy London's lost soul.”
Next
episode: “33AD.”
Age
recommendation: 15+
Average
reading time: Approx. 45 Minutes.
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Human Time: 1974AD-1393AH
Mission: 3 - 590389 - 6 – 1974
Episode Preview:
Sally eased from the bed and pushed her long blond hair back whilst snatching up her dressing gown from the floor. The door bell sounded again and she muttered; "First bloody time we have a real lay in this week and someone is at the door." She looked back at Dave sprawled under the covers and shook her head; "Christ, you’d sleep through a bloody bomb going off." Sally wrapped her dressing gown around her naked body and headed for the stairs.
Sally took the card and read it slowly. "You’re a lawyer from York?"
She sounded quite surprised and held her dressing gown together quite tightly
with the other hand. She didn't really want to flash a bloody solicitor at this
time of the morning.
Patrick Well's nodded; "Yes, I'm here to speak to a David Edward Fisher,
whose father was Norman David Fisher and Grand-father was Edward John Fisher;
all from Sheffield." He rummaged around in his briefcase and pulled some
papers out. "I'm here about his Great-Uncle Wesley's will." He smiled
and gripped his briefcase.
"I didn't even know he had a Great-Uncle?" She was really surprised
by that revelation; David's parents were both dead and he had no brothers or
sisters. She slowly pulled the door chain off and opened the door. "You'd
better come in and I'll get the idle bugger out of his pit." Sally smiled
and gestured for Patrick Well's to go into the living room, whilst she headed
back up the stairs and then cursed herself; the bloody man only had to glance
up, to see her bare bum. She really should invest in a longer dressing gown,
she mused. Sally didn't look back down the stairs to see if he was watching.
She sighed and really didn't want to think about the debt they were in - it
gave her enough sleepless days and nights already. Sally stared at the man
snoring under the covers and had to smile; David had stood by her throughout
the court cases and debt orders, the bailiffs and repossessions. She actually
shuddered at the thoughts that crowded quickly into her head and now a bloody
solicitor turns up at this time of the morning and she flashes her arse at him!
She shook David strongly and told him about the visitor, telling him to slip on
a T-shirt and track bottoms and get down stairs. She would slip on some panties
and her long padded house coat and told him to put the bloody kettle on!
Dave was mumbling about he hasn't got any fucking Uncles. He had never heard of
a Great-Uncle bleeding Wesley. He stumbled down the stairs into the front room
and greeted the solicitor; apologizing for still being in bed, but he had
finished night-shift at the local Meat Distribution Depot of Dewhurst the
Butchers.
The solicitor waved his apology away with a smile; "I should be the one to
apologize Mr. Fisher, I was in the area dealing with a complicated conveyance
and I thought I would try my luck." Dave gestured for him to sit and he
would put the kettle on. The solicitor continued; "We have written several
times and received no replies, so I thought a personal visit would be
best." He sat and pulled more papers from his briefcase. "I'll make
some tea." Dave muttered and headed for the kitchen, followed by Amy the
cat who wanted her breakfast.
Dave switched the kettle on and sighed; "Great-Uncle Wesley?" He had
never heard his parents speak of such a man - he couldn't ask them now; they
had both passed on five years ago, after suffering a car accident on a dirt
road in Spain, whilst on holiday. A tractor had pulled from a field, straight
in front of them. Apparently it took an ambulance nearly a hour to reach the
accident site - it was in the foothills of some mountains - They were both dead
upon arrival at the local hospital.
He didn't want to be reminded of those dark days and pushed it from his mind as
he made tea; yelling to the solicitor how he likes his; milk and two sugars
came the reply. Sally appeared in the doorway and whispered; "What the
fuck is this all about?" Dave shrugged his shoulders and whispered back;
"I've never heard of a bloody Great-Uncle Wesley. He says that they have
written to me several times - I've never seen any bloody letters from
them."
Sally looked down at the business card and covered her mouth with a hand;
"Dave, I'm so sorry. I've seen letters with this Solicitors address on and
panicked. I chucked them away. I'm so sorry. I thought they were after me for
more money." Dave just shook his head; "Don't worry about it
sweetheart; he's here now." He passed her a cup of tea and wandered into
the living room with a cup for the solicitor.
Sally stood in the kitchen and sipped her tea; without Dave's steadfast support
she really didn't know what would have happened to her. She had lost her flat,
her car and even the bloody bank had closed her accounts. She had to leave a
couple of steady jobs working in supermarkets because men had turned up at
work, threatening her for money, even the Tax man was after his share and Sally
found that she was paying a lot of her wages back to the Inland revenue. She
struggled with that and finally had to find a job that paid cash in hand; the
'Blue Star Club' did that for her.
Now, four nights a week until the early hours; she danced and served drinks for
money in her hand; that had helped greatly. But she really did feel ashamed,
that she paraded around the club with a little silver tray and not much else.
Her 'uniform' consisted of a little black mini skirt, high heels, frilly white
apron, panties and stockings - nothing else - but a black dog collar around her
neck with silver lettering showing ' Blue Star Club'. On certain nights she
could earn really good tips by completing her duties without any panties on.
Then, there was the chance of earning really serious money by having sex with
certain customers at the club. Leon, came immediately to mind; he always gave
her twenty pounds each time [good money for the era], when she called around
his plush apartment in the city on her night off; always when Dave was still on
shift. The big African clearly liked small, blond white girls with ample
breasts and he paid well for her company. He wanted her for his full time
mistress and would keep her in comfort, at one of the apartments he owned; if
she agreed - she hadn't done so because of what she owed Dave for his
unswerving support.
She sighed and then snapped from her thoughts as Dave called her into the
living room. She forced a smile and wandered in and sat down. Amy jumped upon
her lap and started cleaning herself. Dave grinned broadly and gripped her
hand; "You are never going to believe what Patrick has just told me; I've
inherited a house near the Yorkshire Moors. Great-Uncle Wesley died without a
wife or any children and I'm his nearest blood relative still living. He was my
Grandfather's youngest brother - I had never heard Grandpa or dad ever talk
about him."
Sally couldn't really absorb what Dave was saying for some minutes and then realized
this could be the answer to all her problems. She cuddled him, pushing the cat
from her lap; "I really won't believe it until I see the place with my own
eyes!" She exclaimed and kissed him’ much to the amusement of the
solicitor who advised the pair to make an appointment with him at his York
offices - to receive the keys and sign for the property.
"How much cash?" Sally asked straight away and was told that
Great-Uncle Wesley had left David about fifteen hundred pounds; after Death
Duties had been paid and, of course, some debts owned by his late Great-Uncles
estate. Not to mention Solicitors fee's.
So; the happy couple made arrangement to visit 'Salem House; as soon as
possible. Sally danced and served drinks that night; with a smile on her face.
But Dave worried about his inheritance and what it would mean for the future of
the pair. One thought troubled him above the rest; why hadn't his father and
grandfather ever spoken about 'Great Uncle Wesley'?
"ALEXANDRA GOES BEYOND THE JERUSALEM MIRROR." 
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER
“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.”
THE AUTHOR.