“Dennis, it is really you?” Sharon asked tearfully.
The phantom Dennis looked down at his body and a confused look spread slowly across his face. Sharon held out her hand, beckoning the ghostly figure to accept it. He reluctantly did so and as Sharon felt his familiar touch again, she tried to ignore the coldness of his skin.
“I’ve missed you, darling.” Sharon wept.
“Where am I?”
She ignored his question. “How did you get here?”
“I… I don’t know. The last thing I remember we were outside the Vic and…” he stopped suddenly.
“Dennis,” Sharon whispered.
Blood began seeping through his grey t-shirt, staining it a dark colour. He clutched his heart and looked at her, desperate for meaning. Then he sank to the ground, as lifeless as he was the first time round. Sharon screamed hysterically and closed her eyes. No one should have to relive the horrors of when their husband was brutally stabbed to death. She was still screaming when Phil entered the living room and turned on the light. By that time, the ghostly Dennis had disappeared.
Later that day, Mulder took a seat at the table and indicated he was ready for the interview to begin. They had been forced to conduct it in the Queen Vic because Sharon’s husband had refused to allow them entry into the house. Not that Mulder minded, it gave him the chance to see if the ghostly goings on were connected. What really surprised him was Scully’s investigation into the deaths of Ronnie and Roxy Mitchell had confirmed that both were undoubtedly dead. What they were dealing with here was a case of something supernatural.
Scully pressed the button on her tape recorder and urged Sharon to begin speaking.
“In your own time Mrs Mitchell.” she soothed.
Sharon explained the creepy events of the previous night. Mick Carter, who had been eavesdropping from behind the bar, swaggered into the conversation to admit his own paranormal experience with Ronnie Mitchell.
“You’re not alone babe,” Mick told her. “Any thoughts Agent Mulder.”
Mulder cleared his throat, ready to explain his theory so far. A crash interrupted him as the Vic doors burst open and an enraged man careered towards the table. Mulder did not react quick enough and the man’s anger ended with Mick pinned against the wall. Both Mick and Sharon recognised the attacker as Jack Branning.
“Well?” Jack stared angrily at Mick. “Any chance of you explaining why you’re telling people my dead wife was in your pub?”
Scully helped Mulder pull the irate man away from the landlord. Mick adjusted his grey waistcoat.
“You do that again an I’ll iron you out!” Mick raged.
“Oh yeah.” Jack replied, squaring up to his supposed friend.
“ENOUGH!” Sharon interjected. “I think we can all agree something strange is going on here. The last thing we need is a punch up.”
They both looked sheepish but Jack turned his attention to the pair of FBI agents and pointed an accusatory finger at them.
“You’re here to cause trouble. Just stay the hell away from me with this.”
Then he exited the Vic, slamming the double doors as he did so. Mulder smiled at Scully. It was a smile he had flashed a thousand times before when the locals had been less than friendly towards them. Scully rolled her eyes then stood up from the table.
“I’m gonna head over to that little cafe.” she told them.
“Why do you fink summat might be there worth checking out?” Mick asked.
“No, it’s lunchtime.” she responded.
Meanwhile, over at the Branning residence, Jack had just returned and was sitting down on his couch to have a glance at his business documents. Ever since his wife Ronnie had passed away, he had found juggling family life with business to be extremely difficult. So much so that he hired a Norwegian nanny to help him out with household duties. Thankfully she had taken the kids out, giving him some much needed time to catch up on his work.
Sipping the warm coffee, he glanced over the document and let out a sigh. How had he allowed things to get this far? Perhaps if he had spent less time moaning he could have hired a nanny earlier. No! Getting over Ronnie was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Even seven months later. the pain was still raw. If only Ronnie had not dived in to save her sister? Jack had warned so many times about the need to drop Roxy like a bad habit…. but then Roxy WAS a bad habit to Ronnie….. and she paid the price with her life.
The papers in front of him suddenly flew up into the air and floated gently to the ground. Cursing his luck, he checked the windows and was surprised to find them locked. Strange? he thought. Perhaps the front door was open. When he went to the hall, it too was closed tight. Then a rustle from behind made him turn. What he saw was enough to generate nightmares for the rest of his life. Roxy Mitchell was stood on the first step of the stairs, her washed out skin contrasting with her glowing red eyes. Jack gulped hard then blinked. By the time he opened his eyes again, the demonic Roxy was gone.
Over at the cafe, Scully came out clutching a white paper bag that held a roll and bacon. She was looking forward to lunch. One of the downsides to working with Mulder was his obsessiveness that manifested itself in workaholicism. It meant there was rarely any time to eat. Of course, the fact they were supposed to be on holiday did not deter her partner from dragging his personal baggage along for the trip. Usually, this consisted of searching for spooky cases; a habit he learned when investigating the disappearance of his sister Samantha, who he believed was abducted by aliens.
Scully walked towards the car but stopped dead a few yards away from it and dropped her roll. On the window screen was a small slip of paper. She pulled it from the window wiper and opened it up. Written inside in red writing was:
PART 4 of 5 COMING 3.08.17
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