EastEnders: Ghosts of Walford – Part 4

Scully knocked on the door of Number 25 Albert Square and waited for a response. She did not have long to wait as a young blonde in her early 20’s opened the door slightly and peered out from behind the lock.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the person who left the note on my car.” Scully waved the piece of paper in front of the girl’s face.

“Come in.” she said, opening the door and practically pulling Scully inside.

“Easy.” Scully raged. “Who are you?”

The young girl looked back along the hall into the kitchen, then poked her head around the stairs to ensure no one was eavesdropping.

“My name is Abi Branning. I don’t live here, it’s my Grandma’s house.” she explained. “She’s gone out but this is the only place I feel safe.”

“Safe from who?” Scully asked with a soothing tone.

“She said she’d kill me if I told anyone.” Abi was becoming hysterical. “I shouldn’t be talking to you… I…. just go.”

Scully put a reassuring arm around the stricken young girl and spoke in a soft fashion.

“I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s going on Abi.”

“She’s gonna kill everyone at the Halloween party tonight by summoning the spirit of Nick Cotton. I told her how crazy she was but she wouldn’t listen. At first, I thought she was nuts but now I’m hearing of ghosts all over the square” Abi burst into tears and sank onto the stairs with her head in her hands.

“Who?” Scully repeated, leaning down so they were face to face.

“Aunt Babe.” came the reply through sobs.

Meanwhile, Jack heard the familiar knock on the door behind him. Being slumped to the floor meant reaching the handle would be difficult but not impossible. Perhaps he did not want to answer the door. After all, what was the point? The visit from Roxy had not freaked him out, nor had it made him question a life after death. No, he was actually pleased his dead wife had not come back to speak with him. How could he explain his failure to cope without her? Even worse was explaining why he gave away her son Matthew to his biological Father. Hearing Roxy’s voice again reminded him how unfair he had been in blaming her for both their deaths.

“Mr Branning… it’s Agent Mulder.” came the voice on the other side of the door.

Jack dragged himself up and trudged through to the living room, stepping over papers, leaflets and ornaments that were scattered on the floor.

“Go away!” he yelled back to the FBI agent.

Outside, Mulder peeked through the letterbox and urged the former policeman to answer the door. Jack would be able to relay important information about Ronnie and Roxy. After 45 minutes, the stubborn resident still refused to budge. A defeated Mulder crossed the road to the square gardens, completely ignoring the cheeky calls from the stall holders who were badgering him about his spooky investigation. Word travels fast around here, he thought.

Coming to Albert Square in search of ghosts had not worked out the way he hoped. Of course, he was certain of some paranormal activity but the chances of another incident were low. Everyone was connected: from Sharon, Roxy, Ronnie, Dennis and….. Mick? His connection was the problem. Why had Ronnie visited Mick? The question swirled around his head until he could stand it no longer. He went back to the pub.

Before he could question Mick again, Scully appeared with a worried expression etched on her face.

“What’s wrong Scully?” Mulder asked.

Scully explained about the meeting with Abi Branning and exactly what the young lady had told her. She then brandished the tape recorder and played Sharon Mitchell’s interview back. Upon hearing it, Mulder called Mick across and replayed the tape for him. Over Sharon’s voice was the same phrase being repeated over and over again in robotic fashion.

“I curse you.” “I curse you.” “I curse you.”

Mick’s face immediately fell.

“That’s my Aunt Babe.” he told them with a sad look in his eye.

“What time does the Halloween party start?” Mulder asked in a rushed tone.

“First guests have arrived.” he pointed to customers who had just walked in the door. One dressed as a Vampire and the other a Werewolf.

Scully drew her gun, just as the other regulars began pushing through the doors…






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