Whitechapel Haunted

Marcus Heppell

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Whitechapel is a ghost hunter and demon fighter extraordinaire but what happens when the enemy is a creature of God's design that wishes to destroy his favoured creations? An enemy that can't die and is intent to bring hell on Earth, can Whitechapel stop this immortal enemy or is life on Earth doomed to end?

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 mars 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528960502
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Whitechapel Haunted
Marcus Heppell
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-03-31
Whitechapel Haunted About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Epilogue
About the Author
Marcus Heppell was born in Clacton-on-Sea. Later, he moved to London. He now lives with his fiancé and step children, making up stories and the monsters in them and more often than not, hiding from those monsters.
Dedication
I would like to dedicate this book to my fiancé, who has been my support and my rock throughout all aspects in life; who has never given up on me, regardless of how annoying or draining I have been.
Copyright Information ©
Marcus Heppell (2020)
The right of Marcus Heppell to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528913515 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528913522 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781528960502 (ePub e-book)
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Acknowledgment
All the people I would like to thank, I have done so in person, you know who you are, many thanks for all the support and listening to me jabber on.
Prologue
Elise had always been a strange girl. In her youth, she had preferred the company of her imaginary friends to that of the children from the town. To the family’s great relief, she had grown out of it and he had continued to serve the richest family in town, one of the richest in the country. If only Elise hadn’t come back from college after only two months in a delusional state.
Her father worked within the banking industry and had always thought she was only play acting and her mother was too busy having tea with the ladies to notice, especially considering it was more gin than tea in those cups. In the three months since she had returned, he had considered ending his thirty-year service multiple times and retiring early.
Miss Elise was different this time and he didn’t like it, she was very frantic, rattled even. She was no longer herself, she couldn’t remember events from her youth and often forgot to eat, bath or even use the restroom. It was as if she were possessed.
Chapter One
He knew if he didn’t try to get Elise to eat something then no one would. Including yesterday, he had removed her dinner from outside her room eleven nights in a row untouched. He rapped his knuckles lightly on the door.
“Miss Elise my darling, are you awake?” he called mouth close to the doorframe.
He waited for what must have been at least a full minute and when he got no answer he knocked louder and was greeted by a call more alike to a dog’s whine than a girl’s voice.
“Elise may I come in and speak with you for a bit?” he asked louder.
“Yes,” she squeaked back to him in her dog whine.
He pushed the door open and squinted his eyes to see into the gloom created by the heavy curtains. He stuck his head in and instantly recoiled his head away from the stench that filled the room. It had the horrid smell of mould, rotting flesh and excrement.
He shook his head to give himself courage and stepped into the room. He turned to the side and flicked the light on, unprepared for what his eyes and the light would show him, it was far worse than he could have expected. The room looked like a junkie’s den with only the needles missing.
He looked to the bed and his heart almost broke. He had served the family since before Elise had been born and in all that time he had never pitied her until he saw her slouching against her headboard.
Her skin was clammy and whiter than paper, her expensive nightgown was torn to shreds revealing parts of her that were not for his viewing. Around her, the bed was soaked through with blood, faeces and urine. Flies crawled over her and her hair hung in clumps, the hair that hadn’t thinned yet.
“Miss Elise, you should cover yourself before allowing company into your room,” he said, when she just lay there looking confused he continued, “Your dignity is on display.”
“I haven’t the energy or willpower to cover myself Uncle Robert,” she slurred. She had always called him uncle even though he was just the families’ head butler.
“Then, as usual, I shall look after you like I always have,” he said as cheerfully as he could manage. He strode forward and gently laid his suit jacket over her covering her exposed nudity.
“Why have you come? My parents pretend I don’t exist so I know they didn’t send you,” she asked sulkily.
“Cookie you know they care but they just don’t know how to show it,” he said soothingly using his pet name for her to try to cheer her up.
“So you say, Robert. You still haven’t answered my question. Why have you come?” she asked staring at him.
“I’ve come to ask you, beg you if I must, to come to dinner tonight,” he answered.
“I wouldn’t have you beg, you know that but I must refuse you, I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion,” she said sarcastically.
“That’s a minor issue. I’ll get Lillian and Anne to help you clean up and get ready if you agree to come,” he offered still maintaining his cheery attitude.
“If you must insist I come, I will, I do feel hungry now you mention it,” she said, a half smile crossing her young face.
He got up and was just about to walk away when he felt a slender hand grab his wrist weakly. He looked back to see Elise almost falling off the bed to keep a hold of his hand.
“Don’t leave me please, I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she pleaded.
“You won’t be alone, Lillian and Anne will be with you while you bathe and dress, and I will be just outside awaiting your company,” he promised.
“No you must stay with me, you make me feel safe, please,” she practically begged.
“But that would be improper Elise. I promise I won’t go far.”
“No if you do not stay then I will not come to dinner,” she threatened.
“Okay if you insist even though I am not comfortable with it. Let me just get the maids and then we can get you cleaned up.”
She finally released her faltering grip on his arm and he strode over to the door and swung it open calling for Anne and Lillian to enter. He gave them their jobs and they set to work drawing a bath.
He didn’t want to go into the bathroom connected to Elise’s room while she bathed but she screamed until he agreed to be present. She settled for him sitting in the doorway with his back to her.
When it came time for her to be dressed, he intently surveyed the land out of her bedroom window. When Anne finally announced the conclusion of their work he turned to see Elise standing in a light blue blouse that matched her eyes and a black flowing skirt. His heart lifted to see some colour returned to her cheeks and a smile on her lips.
“Ahhh Miss Elise, you look splendid, right there is the beautiful girl I remember,” he said returning her smile.
She blushed which brought more colour into her face taking off some of the age her illness had put on. He stretched out his arm and she linked her arm in it and laid her head against his shoulder as they made their way to the dining hall.
Elise’s mother, Eileen, and father, Paul, were already seated at the long table when they entered. They barely raised their heads from their meals when he pulled a chair for Elise and turned to leave.
“Robert, wait, don’t leave!” Elise begged before he could leave the door.
“Ah, so you can speak child. Robert do as she bids, stay and join us for dinner. God knows you deserve it for the miracle you have performed today,” Paul said.
“Thank you, sir, I am grateful,” he said taking the seat opposite Elise, Paul just grunted in response, it wasn’t strange for him to sometimes join them. They all participated in mild conversation as they ate. He could see Elise’s feigned smile, her eyes attentively darting from one parent to the other, growing ever more anxious as the night wore on.
As they finished their desserts and sat having their after meal coffee, Paul became more serious and he could see that Elise’s father meant to question her. He tried changing the direction of the conversation without success.
“So Elise my child, have you just about finished with your foolish games?” Paul said sternly while wiping his bushy moustache.
“I haven’t been playing any games Pa,” she answered shyly.
“Yes you have, all this hiding in your room, not eating, not keeping yourself clean. Enough with it. You went to college and found it too difficult and came crawling home hiding from your shame since,” Paul said coldly.
“I came home because I was scared, scared of something far worse than uni. I thought I would be safe here!” Elise shouted, tears falling from her eyes.
“What a load of nonsense, speak some sense into your child Eileen,” Paul said to his wife.
“Listen to your father dear and quit with the play time, use the weekend to recover and on Monday you will go to work with him,” Eileen said not looking up from her coffee which was probably spiked with some kind of alcohol.
“Yes and then you can f