Jack The Soul Taker

Jack The Soul Taker

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

Jack The Soul Taker is a rather curious supernatural tale set in the late 1950's about a meddling medium Maggie Grimes who holds a one night yearly seance. After visiting her sister in nearby Minehead a tragic death occurs and it would appear that something sinister has marked her card. Jack is sent from hell to collect his quota of souls.During her quest to banish Jack from this quaint English seaside location set in Dorset. There are many mysterious fatalities as the body count goes up. It's a race against time as the dark forces move in to snuff her out,will good prevail over evil only time will tell in this rather mysterious story. (Not for the feint hearted or people of a nervous disposition,go on I dare you to read it and don't have nightmares,perhaps Jack might pay you a visit). Jack The Soul Taker is played by the character - Andre Lenoge Born In sin come on in Born in lust turn to dust. Give me what I want and I'll go way.

Summary

Jack The Soul Taker is a rather curious supernatural tale set in the late 1950's about a meddling medium Maggie Grimes who holds a one night yearly seance.

After visiting her sister in nearby Minehead a tragic death occurs and it would appear that something sinister has marked her card.

Jack is sent from hell to collect his quota of souls.During her quest to banish Jack from this quaint English seaside location set in Dorset.

There are many mysterious fatalities as the body count goes up.

It's a race against time as the dark forces move in to snuff her out,will good prevail over evil only time will tell in this rather mysterious story.

(Not for the feint hearted or people of a nervous disposition,go on I dare you to read it and don't have nightmares,perhaps Jack might pay you a visit).

Jack The Soul Taker is played by the character - Andre Lenoge


Born In sin come on in
Born in lust turn to dust.
Give me what I want and I'll go way.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Mysterious Death In Minehead Shocks The Local Community As Jack Haunts Maggie

Author Chapter Note

Jack The Soul taker".It's a rather curious tale set in the late 1950's about a meddling medium called Maggie Grimes who holds a seance one night a year.After visiting her sister in nearby Minehead a tragic death occurs and it would appear that someone sinister has marked her card.<br /> Jack is sent from hell to collect his quota of souls.During her quest to banish Jack from this quaint English seaside location set in Dorset.There are many mysterious fatalities as the body count goes up.It's a race against time as the dark forces move in to snuff her out,will good prevail over evil only time will tell in this rather mysterious story.<br /> <br /> Jack The Soul Taker appears courtesy of Andre Lenoge<br /> <br /> <br /> Born In sin come on in <br /> Born in lust turn to dust.<br /> Give me what I want and I'll go way.<br /> <br /> <br />

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 22, 2015

Reads: 3534

Comments: 6

A A A | A A A

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 22, 2015

A A A

A A A

 

Jack is played by the actor Andre Lenoge


Born In sin come on in.
Born in lust turn to dust.
Give me what I want and I'll go way.
 


Jack The Soul Taker Chapter 1 - Mysterious Death In Minehead Shocks The Local Community As Jack Haunts Maggie 

-
 
In life we only exist once so we have to maximise our time on this planet or so it would seem,
however there are some people who believe in the concept of reincarnation.
 
One such lady is Maggie Grimes who lives in the idyllic seaside resort of Swadling bay which is located just off Lymington on the Dorset coast.
 
 
Apart from her 14 cats she lives alone and is seldom disturbed by others aside from the postman or the odd passer by.
 
They were usually visitors who wanted to gain local knowledge and familiarise themselves with their whereabouts in this picture postcard seaside resort.
 
She and her cats had lived there nearly all of their lives and although she was a little bit of a recluse she was valued by certain members of the community.
 
Her once a year seance was always a well attended event,her claim to fame was that she said that she could speak to the dead.
 
This offered hope to those people who had lost loved ones and perhaps validate that there was life after this world of materialism and personal vanity.
 
 
The day of the seance was fast approaching and she had to get organised,there were invites to be sent out to all the respective advertising press.
 
The post office offered her a discounted rate as she was such a familiar customer even though she hardly ever visited this busy local hub.
 
Her food supplies were brought to her front door by local farmers and it was usually left outside without as much as a signature being required.
 
She grew her own fruit and vegetables and people were invited to leave their payment in a wooden box at the small cottage where she lived.
 
 
In these times of trust and understanding as the war years were now well behind this small community it could now look to the future.The impending new decade of the 1960's was just a few months away.
 
Living in this backwater had it's advantages although she had the use of the radio, a TV was not yet in fashion with most of the the local residents due to the cost of affording one.
 
 
She began by telephoning the respective parties who would be attending the spiritual event at her home on the 25th of that month.
 
16 people in total had already pledged their support to attend the event by leaving a small deposit at the old timers cottage.
 
 
The day started brightly with warm sunshine enveloping the rustic old thatched cottage.
 
She had chosen to leave that morning by bike and cycle up to the local estuary which lead to the seafront.
 
From there she would be able to see the glorious views of Spiky cove and Studland bay which really were breathtaking scenery.
 
She loved the local beauty spots and had oil painted them many times only for her to sell them later which financially rewarded her artistic abilities.
 
Every year she would display her new oil paintings outside her cottage near to the front railings behind the path.
 
The people would then place a bid in at the local community hall,these were much sought after works of art and valued by many from far and wide.
 
 
She would sell about half a dozen of them each year and the money generated would help keep the wolves from the door in terms of paying her utility bills.
 
The date for the seance was now only a few days away and during her little venture out she thought of ways to conjure up her spirit guide.
 
Sometimes the little child whom she used was not altogether forthcoming and this would prove embarrassing in front of her awaiting audience.
 
Some people wanted to believe in this kind of weird phenomenon and really test their faith.
 
I guess in a way it helped them to venture through life knowing there is a reason for why we exist and maybe life is just one long set of challenges.
 
 
She sat on the beach with her small rug and opened up her picnic basket which she had brought with her in the bicycle's front basket.
 
She began to indulge herself with a few chicken wings and crusty cobs of bread which were followed by a rather nice glass of Chardonnay white wine.
 
Then she started to giggle to herself that she hoped to make it back to the cottage in one piece.
 
 
Just then as the sea waves were crashing on the nearby rocks she began to hear a faint voice,it sounded  like it was coming from behind her.
 
The words were very difficult to make out but it was the voice of a little girl, she seemed to be whistling in the wind with each word she spoke.
 
The sound was starting to freak the old lady out as she became more and more curious.
 
Then the sound changed to cries of help, the child seemed to be in sort of distress before finally there was silence.
 
 
Surely it wasn't her spiritual guide?, she had never heard her talk before she only picked up the psychic messages from vibes which were sent out by the guide.
 
She decided to leave the beach and head home it was a short distance between the two, she was peddling franticly when she thought she saw the spectre of a gentleman standing in the middle of the road.
 
The phantom image was only a few hundred yards from her now,he was dressed in an old cockney style funeral  suit with a top hat.
 
This strange entity had come from nowhere and was now holding a large walking stick with a silver pointed top in the shape of an eagle.
 
 
She suddenly pulled up and began to stare at the figure who stared right back at her, he also had a veil covering his face so his features were largely undetermined.
 
Then all of a sudden he spoke in a menacing voice "go foolish woman and leave this village or I will visit you again in your own home, my face will be the last you will ever see on this planet",he said.
 
The expression on her face had now turned to absolute horror and intrepidation what was she to do?.
 
Then all of a sudden her picnic basket fell to the road side,as she knelt down to pick up the loose items when she looked up again the spectre had vanished.
 
 
She was not the type of lady who would be easily intimidated by something from this life or beyond, but she might have to heed the words of caution and keep a low profile for a few days.
 
After arriving back home she phoned up her sister in nearby Minehead to arrange to stay with her for a few days due to these unforeseen circumstances.
 
She was in luck her sister was accommodating with her request and even agreed to take in her cats.
 
 
Now all she had to do was to plan her short journey to her sisters by steam train, fortunately there was a link between the two towns.
 
There was no time to lose, after locking up her cottage she quickly got on her bike and was about to make her way to the local station taking all of her cats with her.
 
She would have had to make several trips but some kind soul had decided to assist her and had placed the tiny creatures in their car.
 
 
A huge roar of noise greeted the passengers as the steam engine entered the station, there was a guard waving his red flag before a few passengers finally got on board.
 
It was to be a brief stop for the steam train and soon Maggie and her cats were en route to her sisters.
 
The journey would take about 30 minutes travelling along the Brunel line which had been built along this stretch of coast,the local beaches and sea views were a real attraction on this journey.
 
 
 
She was now becoming sleepy and could not afford to dose off as she might end up at Paddington station in London which was the final destination.
 
Her sister Natalie had agreed to meet her at the station and would ferry her and the cats to the mansion she called home which was perched on a large seacliffe. 
 
She had reflected that it was only last autumn when she had last made a visit to the house.
 
Her sister had become ill over the colder months and she had looked after her during this time.
 
 
Eventually the train pulled up at Minehead station and she could now see her sister waiting on a small bench by the station.
 
She was wearing a large blue dress with a variety of flowers embroidered in to the design with large pair of riding boots which didn't really compliment the dress.
 
The two ladies greeted each other and then began to make their way to the awaiting car.
 
"Did you have a good trip Maggie" asked Natalie "Yes thanks but I am anxious to talk to you about another matter".
 
 I need your advice on something",she said,meanwhile Nat's husband John was awaiting the arrival of the two ladies.
 
He was a middle aged man in his late 40's with a large moustache,curly brown hair and deep set eyes.
 
Maggie had never really taken to her brother in law and had questioned her sisters choice of husband.
 
He had no job,had almost never worked had no money and was living off her income, so all in all she thought of him as something of a sponger and a leech.
 
 
He greeted the two ladies and after the pleasantries were exchanged sped off in the car towards "Holly Mansion"which was the name of Nat's house.
 
She was a retired head mistress who had taken leave of this stressful career early as illness had set in and had become a successful writer.
 
Some of her books had become best sellers and she had made a fortune with her new career.
 
She mainly wrote detective novels but also liked to write ghost stories or tales of the unexplained.
 
After arriving at the location John assisted Maggie with her luggage and the cats,they would not be the only animals in the house as Nat also kept a few of her own.
 
Her sister had housed 16 of her own furry creatures in one room, the two ladies laughed about the possibility of a cat fight with there being so many.
 
 
After settling in to her new location Maggie was anxious to freshen up after she was escorted to her bedroom.
 
It was just then that she noticed that it had become increasingly windy outside and the bedroom curtains were beginning to blow furiously across the open window.
 
Yet the sea looked calm from the view below her bedroom window,there were no seahorses which were a term used associated with choppy waters.
 
The skies had turned grey and the rain soon started to lash down on the outside terrace where sometimes the guests would sit outside for their morning coffee.
 
 
She suddenly became aware of an evil presence and didn't feel alone in the room.
 
Someone or something was staring at her but she couldn't satisfy herself with any conclusive evidence of this.
 
Until she stood in front of the dressing room mirror, in a split second she thought that she saw the image of a small girl appear behind her whilst she was brushing her hair.
 
She decided the idea was a little bit absurd and she put the thought out of her mind  immediately and by now her sister was calling her downstairs.
 
"How do you like your tea Maggie the usual way?,"she enquired.
 
Maggie then began to make her way down the spiral staircase and kept repeating to her sister that she was on her way down.
 
 
The two of them decided that they would both share a nice pot of Earl Grey tea together in the library.
 
Cakes were also provided and were positioned on a plate close to the silver tray on a rather decorative silver cake stand,both ladies liked their country cake.
 
"So what brings you here this time" enquired john as he entered the room?".
 
Maggie looked at him with scornful eyes,he didn't much care for her activities in the world of the supernatural and often questioned the ethics about her opening doors that one couldn't close behind.
 
 
She slowly sipped her tea and then began to explain to the both of them about her thoughts  of being haunted by some sort of demonic spectre and has been warned way from her village.
 
This news was greeted by derisory laughter from John, "Oh come on dear you're not telling me that you believe in all that mumbo jumbo, a ghost after your blood?",he said,
 
"look it's ok for you to scoff John but you don't know what you are talking about there are forces at work here I'm telling you",she replied.
 
 
Natalie then began to enquire what evidence her sister had to suspect this was indeed the case, and even she was beginning to find it hard to swallow.
 
You know in all the time we have been siblings I have never known anything which we couldn't both explain,if there are outstanding problems a solution will always be found, that has always been my philosophy in life.
 
If I was to worry about being watched over by the spirit world every time I got undressed heck I would never take a bath let alone get in to bed",she said.
 
 
The conversation was then interrupted by Jules the hosts butler who was carrying a small silver tray containing an envelope.
 
Excuse me for interrupting my lady this was just delivered at the front door it was left abandoned and I didn't see a passing car or person carrying it",he said.
 
"Ok Jules let's have a look at it",exclaimed John.
 
It was a large brown envelope and it contained a small item which looked like the remains of a monkey's paw.
 
The three people present in the room looked at each other with horror etched across their faces,because in urban legend as a rule this usually meant that someone was going to die shortly.
 
The envelope had no postmark and was not addressed to any of the three people present but had simply been hand delivered outside the house.
 
 
Legends and mythology were taken seriously in this type of community and the matter was not taken lightly.
 
John decided to scrutinise the object further and thought of disposing this grisly item in the garden.
 
It was fast approaching early evening and the light had now faded,there would be no sunset tonight as the rain had picked up momentum with a south westerly sea wind following on behind it.
 
 
The three of them decided it was time for supper and they all sat around the kitchen table,it was the butlers night off and they would have to provide their own meal.
 
Nat brought out a huge pan which contained the stock of vegetables and beef joints which were left over from the previous nights meal.
 
She was going to make an Irish stew and then a Bavarois to follow which was a kind of French styled mousse.
 
 
After 10 minutes of talking in the kitchen they were rudely interrupted by a crashing sound which seemed to come from upstairs.
 
John quickly ran up the steps to investigate further and found a large rock in their guest's bedroom.
 
The rock had smashed through the window and was now lying on the bed, just then the thunder and lightning had started.
 
He noticed a small piece of paper which was lying a short few metres from the rock,there were 5 words etched in charcoal "Leave now or risk death".
 
John was taken a back by this note as he noticed the lightning flashing against the portrait of his wife's grandfather.
 
He was a rather stern looking individual with sharp pointed eyebrows and thin eyes, which were staring at him now and he didn't like that as he slammed the door on departing the room.
 
 
"What was it dear?" Nat enquired "oh just some rock which must have fallen from the roof top it's made a small hole in the window, I'll repair it tomorrow maybe Maggie could sleep in the spare bedroom for tonight",he replied.
 
"Alright but I haven't prepared any fresh sheets for that bed,we will have to do that after supper",she replied.
 
 
The rest of the evening went without incident and all three slept beautifully that night awaking to a beautiful sunny morning.
 
 It was the stuff of dreams being greeted by such a gorgeous view on opening one's curtains.
 
John went outside to gather some fire wood Whilst Nat began to prepare breakfast for their guest.
 
As he finished placing the logs on the fire John became uneasy at something as he was lighting up the fire.
 
He stood back and above the fire place was a mirror, suddenly the area had become very chilly like as if someone had just walked over his grave.
 
As he looked up at the mirror he suddenly saw the dark features of an angry face staring down on him.
 
There was no body just a head and this face also had a grey beard.
 
He quickly turned around to see if anybody was there,but there was nobody else in the room yet when he looked again the face was still present in the mirror.
 
By now he could just make see the outline of it's sharp pointed nose and menacing yellow eyes which were catlike in their formation along with the black slit separating the pupil.
 
He suddenly became spellbound by the spectre and started to shout out in panic and anxiety. 
 
"Help !!! there's something in the house we've got to get out of here",he exclaimed.
 
 
Nat had been alerted to her husbands commotion and was by now comforting him as he laid in her arms in a state of absolute shock.
 
"Come come dear it can't be all that bad",she said rather patronisingly, she then noticed that he had a deathly pale expression etched across his face as was now pointing to the mirror and fireplace.
 
He suddenly became quiet which was unusual for him as he had always been a chatterbox, in a short few minutes he had passed away after dying in his wife's arms.
 
"John speak to me oh my goodness I can't find a pulse",she cried.
 
By now Nat was in hysterics she ran out to the car and then thought it better to call for an ambulance.
 
It would prove fruitless as sat there sobbing her eyes out at her husbands passing.
 
 
She then became angry with her sister and began to blame her for the tragedy.
 
"It's all your fault, John would still be alive if you hadn't come here",she said with an accusing voice.
 
At this Maggie took her leave and allowed her sister to grieve without her presence,but before she left she discovered the rock which had now found it's way to the entrance of the hallway.
 
There was a marking across it and the words John had been scratched in white paint.
 
After inspecting this new evidence she howled out in a fit of anger and threw the rock toward the garden before slamming the door behind her.
 
 
She was now carefully reconsidering the idea of holding a seance in view of the events which had occurred in the short time that she had spent at the mansion house
 
For now she just needed time to clear her head and go for a walk and put this awful chapter of her life to bed before moving on with the next one, it had been an ordeal to say the least. 
 
 

 


© Copyright 2019 Inga Johansson. All rights reserved.

Chapters

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by Inga Johansson

More Great Reading

Popular Tags