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The Haunted Bells - Part 7 of 8

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[i]Part seven of eight. OK, I really mean it this time, this one will make no sense at all unless you've read the others, so make sure to read the other six. OK, you were warned...[/i]Part 1The group had gathered around the table in the back corner of Joe's Bar. Thunder roared ominously outside, as rain pelted the nearly empty bar. Kevin and Jeannie were against the back wall. Next to them were Pete, then Pam. Jim was seated next to Pam, with Krystyna standing behind him so she could run to the bar if needed. They were trading notes, waiting on Tim to show up when Hope came into the bar. "Oh shit!" Kevin said, ducking low. "It's that security chick from the graveyard.""Where?" Pam asked, craning her neck to get a good view. "Oh, there she is!" Pam exclaimed, waving. At the same moment Hope noticed them and came running up. "Hey! I know you people!" She shook her finger at Kevin and Pete. "You dirty rats, leaving me like that." "Uh, well, um..." Kevin stammered."Yeah, well, you see..." Pete added."Hey! You're from the graveyard. I'll bet you are here to meet Tim too!""You're here to meet Tim? How do you know him?" Clarisse asked interestedly, and perhaps a bit jealously. "I used to guard the paper at night. And I saw him last night.""Last night?" Clarisee asked in a chilly voice."Yeah, at the graveyard. I was guarding it. We... um.. well we had a nice talk in the van.""Hmm, looks like he and I are going to have to have a nice talk." Clarisse muttered. Hope took a chair, and asked "So what's this all about?"The group began filling her in. Half an hour later, Tim finally showed up, breathless. "People." he exclaimed, falling in a chair between Clarisee and Hope. "We are in deep shit.""At least one of us is." Clarisse said, giving him a dirty look. "Um. " Tim said, glancing at her, and seeing her looking back and forth between him and Hope. "Yes, well, we can talk about that later. Much more important things right now. First question, how is Sue doing?""Not good." Pam answered. "Yeah." added Jeannie. All she wants to do is stay in her room and masturbate. You wouldn't believe what Clarisse had to do to get her to eat. She kept putting bananas up her... um... well she got creative"Tim glanced at her. "Well." she said defensively. "It was an emergency." "OK, enough mystery." Kevin said, pounding the table. "What the hell is going on?"Tim took a deep sip of beer. A hush settled over the bar as they all turned to him."This will take a bit of telling. Over the last few days I've been digging in newspaper and library records. I've uncovered some stuff that is truly unbelievable. If I hadn't seen stuff like this before, I wouldn't believe it myself.It all began in 1850. By now many of you are familiar with the name Jason Wolfe. He was an immigrant farmer, working hard to make a name for himself. He had the misfortune of falling in love with the Pastors daughter. The Pastor, Ezikiah Goodfellow, was strict, and something of a bigot. He did not approve of his daughter being with "lowlife" like Wolfe. Seems Wolfe was descended from a long line of gypsies who used to travel the hillsides of Transylvania.""Transylvania?" Interrupted Hope. "You mean like Dracula?""Yeah, I thought that was all made up." added Jim.Tim shook his head negatively. "I can assure you, Transylvania was a real place. And while the popular image of Dracula is a myth, it was quite based on a real person and real events." He paused to take more beer, then continued. "Anyway, Goodfellow's church was on the site of the abandon one now. Wolfe was passionate about the daughter, whose name was Susan Anne. Or Sue Anne for short."Jeannie let out a gasp. "Anne is Sue's middle name." she said in a low whisper.Tim nodded. "Wolfe was determined though. He and Sue used to meet in the church late at night. One fateful night in 1850 they let their passions get the best of them. They wound up making love in the front pews. ""And they got caught?" Pete prompted.Tim nodded again. "Yes, Goodfellow saw the lights and came to investigate. Fearing thieves, he had brought along a gun. Naturally he went nuts when he found them. Called her all sorts of names."Jim interrupted. "Um, just how do you know all this?""Mostly from Goodfellows own diary. The rest from the other sources I mentioned. But I'll get to that later."Tim went on. "Wolfe and Goodfellow grappled, fighting over the gun. You can all predict what happened next. Like the classic story, the gun went off killing Sue Anne. Goodfellow stood there, stunned. Around them a fire started. During the struggle candles had been knocked over, setting the church ablaze. Jason ran to Sue Anne, picked up her limp form, and carried her away from the fire. Cut off, Goodfellow could only watch as Wolfe made his way up the belfry stairs. Pushed back by the heat, Goodfellow eventually stumbled outside. Our Reverend could make out Wolfe's form, holding his daughter's body under the bells. Both still naked, of course. The rising heat caused the bells to begin to ring, but over the noise Goodfellow could hear Wolfe utter a final curse as the flames roared around them. Goodfellow went a bit batty, accounts say they found him sitting under a tree, a glassy eyed stare on his face. He then lapsed into "fever" as the paper of the day put it. When he recovered about a month later, he related the public story you have all heard. That he found Wolfe trying to woo his daughter, her refusing, and he committing suicide. Wolfe said his daughter ran away in shame. I guess he couldn't deal with having killed his daughter, and convinced himself she had just run off.""Wow, what a weird tale." Pam said as Tim paused to take a drink of beer."Oh, it's not over, not by far." Tim continued. As you know, the church was rebuilt by 1852. Only it wasn't the current building, like we all thought. Another wood structure was built."The group reacted in amazement. "What happened to it?" Clarisse asked over the murmurs."Fast forward to 1901. The bells, having been cleaned up, are placed in the belfry as part of the anniversary of the rebuilt church. Now it gets weird. By compiling newspaper reports and personal accounts, I determined that over the course of the next year, strange things happened. Odd things were seen floating in the graveyard. The bells would toll for no reason. I found sketchy reports of local girl, Sue Ellen Driskoll, who began acting in weird ways. The newspaper account says she came down with a touch of fever, and went insane. Among other things she claimed to have taken lover, which no one had ever seen.""Let me guess," Jim asked, "his name was Wolfe?""Don't know, I never saw any reference to his name. All I know is that shortly before Halloween, 1902 they found her standing on top of the church. It was on fire, and she was standing there with a torch in her hand. She was screaming manically that she was saving them all. Her laughter was heard over the bells. Towns people watched in horror as the whole structure collapsed under her. ""Geezus." Kevin muttered, the only one to break the silence while Tim drained his beer."Then they rebuilt the church, right?" Krystyna asked, setting a fresh glass down in front of Tim. He nodded."Right, but not until 1904. I found a clipping with the grand opening, including a mention of the bells being a continuation to the past.""Wait a minute." Kevin interrupted. "I didn't take engineering in college for nothing. By your account those bells had been in two fires. Why weren't they melted, or at least warped? The fire had to be pretty hot."Tim shrugged. "You got me. I would have thought so, but I've laid hands on them, just today on my way over here. They look brand new.""Can't be." Kevin insisted. "It doesn't make sense.""Neither does the fact that Pastor Goodfellows body looks like he died yesterday. 150 year old corpses are normally dust, yet he looks ready to get up and waltz.""That's right!" Hope interjected. "I saw him with my own eyes!" The group stared at him, mouths agape. "You... opened his coffin?" Clarisse finally asked, incredulous."Had to. That was where I found the diary, which finally put the pieces of the puzzle together.""So what happened next?" urged Kevin."Well, that's where this cycle seems to have setup. 1850, Church burns down. 51 years later, weird stuff occurs. Then, a year after that, someone goes bonkers and again the church burns down. OK, fast forward to 1952. Odd things have been happening. Once again, things have been seen moving in the graveyard. Weird lights in the belfry. Bells begin ringing, all on their own.So the towns folk decide to have a prayer vigil. Friday night, October 31, 1952. I'm not entirely clear on what happened, most of this I got from a guy at the mental hospital up in Springville. According to him, spirits flooded the church invading the bodies of the small congregation. ""Let me guess, they started killing each other." Asked Pete, a little sarcastically."Nope." replied Tim, a smirk on his face. "They had an orgy.""An ORGY?" cried the group, almost in unison."Yep." Tim said, licking the foam from his lip. "An orgy. Our calm, reserved, 1952 church goes threw off the clothes and had a wild night of sex. Trashed the place in the process. When the church bells struck midnight, they all snapped to their senses at once. Embarrassed, they fled. The next day the Pastor, along with the town leadership padlocked the doors. The Saturday paper for November first of that year claimed it was due to an infectious outbreak.""Then what happened?" Pam asked, on the edge of her seat."Nothing.""Nothing?" cried the group again.'Nothing. Nada. Zip. No fire, no more sightings, it all just stopped."Pam asked the question on everyones mind. "Why?""This is a guess, but I'd have to say it was the absence of a focal point. No woman named Sue was in the town.""That's a little hard to believe." Jeannie said. "Sue has always been a popular name.""Not in this town." Tim said grimly. "I spent hours going over the birth records. Since 1901, there has been no female born in this town with the name Sue, Susan, Anne, or any name even close.""Too weird." Pam said.Jeannie snapped her fingers. "But wait! Sue wasn't born here! She moved here from up north.""That's right." Tim said. "All of you were transferred here when the newspaper decided to consolidate it's corporate offices and handle all of it's papers from this office. I think I was the only one born here.""And me." Hope said in a hushed voice. The group gave her an odd look. "Oh migod. It all makes sense now.""What does?" Clarisse asked."When I was a kid, I had just gotten a new doll. I had decided to name it Suey. Mom freaked out. Told me that was not a good name for a doll, and I was never to use it again. I never could get her to explain. Now it makes sense.""Let me get this straight." Kevin said. "150 years ago this dude gets pissed off and lays some sort of curse as he is dying. Then every so often everyone freaks out at the church? How do you know all this?""My facts were assembled from newspaper clippings, court house records, tomes on Transylvanian folklore, and the journals of past town officials. Oh, and a few documents that were supposedly sealed. Fortunately the court clerks weren't real attentive to what documents I was retrieving.""But why?""And what does Sue have to do with it?" Jeannie added."That answer came from this." Tim pulled the rubbings out of his backpack and laid them on the table. "These came from the bells. A day at the state university library in Springville told me what they are.Apparently, what Wolfe uttered was an ancient Transylvanian death curse, specifically one for denied lovers. He harkened back to his gypsy roots, conjured up all his grief, and let it fly.""What's it do?" someone asked."Apparently it houses the lovers souls in some inanimate object. In this case, the bells. When conditions are right, they attempt to become reborn, so they can live out their lives together.To accomplish this, they need a conduit. That's where Sue comes in. When the moment is right, they will be reborn through her.""So what happens to her?" asked Pam."Don't know, but it doesn't sound good. The process drove Sue Ellen Driskoll insane a hundred years ago."The group sat in silence for a minute, reflecting. Then Kevin asked "But what's with the weird shit that's been seen? It doesn't sound like part of Wolfe's curse."Tim shook his head. "It's not. Seems Mr. Wolfe is not the only one versed in curses. In his diary, Goodfellow reveals this little tale. Shortly before he died he recovered his senses and related the real story to his devoted secretary, who was writing as he dictated. Including the dying words of Wolfe.Well, turns out his secretaries parents were immigrated from yup, Transylvania, and he recognized the dialect. The secretary finds out just what the curse was from his mom, and relates it to Goodfellow without revealing his sources. I know all this by the way, from a post script confession in the diary, made by the secretary after Goodfellow died. Anyway, the secretary, a fellow names Goszka, creates his own curse to try to stop Wolfe's spell. It's what lets all the nasties out, to try and stop Wolfe and his lady from escaping. I guess he thought he was doing his master a favor.""Do you think they could be what drove the Driskoll girl nuts?" asked Krystyna as she brought refills for everyone.Tim shrugged. "Could be. Hell, the whole things all tangled up by this point."Pete jumped in. "How did you find out about the diary anyway?""Again from Goszka. He went on to become a town councilman and historian, and the local library contains most of his writings. It was there I found out about the connection between him and Goodfellow. In some correspondence to his brother, I found a reference to 'putting his mentors story to rest with him, where it would never be seen again.' Then it was just putting two and two together.""OK OK. So," Jeannie said impatiently, "how do we save Sue?""Easy." Tim answered, grinning. "We have an orgy!"Part 2The group stared at Tim with slack jaws. Finally Clarisse broke the silence. "You can't be serious."Tim sat down his glass. "But I am. I know it sounds dumb, but the Wolfe curse feeds off sexual energy. It uses it to gather strength in an effort to escape. Hence the 1952 orgy. Unfortunately there was no focal point, and the escape failed. Haven't you all wondered why you got so horny at the church, and did some of the kinky things you did?" The group looked at each other in an embarrassed silence. Tim went on. "Now we have to have a three pronged approach. First, Hope, are you going to be working Friday night?""Halloween? Yeah, I'm scheduled for that night.""Good. Then we'll be able to pull this off without that hinderance. OK, we need to get Sue to the church. Then, some of us need to have that orgy I mentioned. We have got to create a lot of sexual energy, especially with her. Prong two. The bells, we have got to get the bells back to the church and into the belfry. Any ideas?""Sure." Kevin said. "There's a flatbed truck at the paper, I can borrow it easy enough. But what do we do, just steal 'em?""Why not? The warehouse is never guarded, and they really aren't owned by anyone, having been abandoned a long time back. ""Well OK then, I guess Pete and I can manage that. We can rig a pulley to haul them up to the roof." Pete nodded his agreement with Kevin."Good. OK, now comes the tricky part. Just as the bells strike midnight, we need some way to destroy them. That should release the energy, freeing them and ending all this.""Just how do you propose to do that? The things already been through two fires." asked Kevin.Jim snapped his fingers. "Dynamite!" "Should work." replied Tim. "The explosion should at least crack the bells, if not totally destroy them. But I don't happen to have any.""I do!" Jim said. "Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't.""You keep dynamite lying around?" Krystyna asked, a little surprised at her boyfriend."Sure, well half a case. Remember last year when I cleared my back property and had all those stumps left? It was cheaper to by the whole case. Still have some left.""Whoa! Wait a hairy minute!" yelled Pete. "You're going to set off an explosion with us right underneath? No fucking way!""Hey, fuck you." Jim said. "I wasn't a demo man in the SEALS for nothing. And you can tell I'm a good one too." He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. "I can still count to ten! I'll rig the charge to blow straight up. Worst that will happen is the roof might catch on fire, but we'll be fine. Have plenty of time to get out.""Hold on a fucking minute." Hope jumped in. "You mean to fucking tell me you are going to fucking blow up the fucking building I'm supposed to be fucking guarding?! Geezus, I was right, you are gonna get me fucking fired.""Don't worry." Tim said confidently, patting her arm. "I'll think of something.""Um, not to sound pessimistic, but aren't we forgetting something?" Jeannie asked nervously. "What about all the creepy crawlies. Aren't they going to try and stop us?""Yep. That's why I have this." For the last time, Tim reached into his backpack and pulled out an amulet. "This gizmo is supposed to be a glyph of warding. When I speak the spell..." he laid a sheet of paper on the table then continued "it should put us in a protective bubble of sorts. Keeps out the nasties.""Will it work?" Jeannie asked.Tim shrugged. "Only one way to find out." He smiled, as outside lightening illuminated the sky and thunder shook the building. To be continued....