The Blue Bell Inn

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The Blue Bell Inn

Are we sure were doing the right thing John.

Well, my love its the wrong timeto start getting cold feet nowhe replied, weve signed

the lease and the keys are in my pocket. We would lose far too much money if we were to back out

now.

John had a tall military bearing presence which was coupled with a down to earth type of

personality. He believed that if you couldnt see or touch it then it didnt exist. Whereas his wife

Eileen, was almost the exact opposite, being small and rounded, a maternal motherly type of person.

She believed in the more ethereal things.

John made decisions with his head whilst Eileen made hers mainly with her heart.

Although he would never have openly admitted it, John always listened very carefully to his

wifes intuitions or hunches, and what she had to say for most times she had the annoying habit of

usually being right.

Their characters were so different that any marriage dating agency would never have

matched them up as compatible. The old adage that opposites attract was certainly true in their

case. They had been married now for over twenty years and although they had never been blessed

with children it was abundantly clear that they were still very much in love with each other. John

would walk over hot coals for his wife and he had no doubts that she would do the same for him.

Im sorry for having doubts dear, Im sure we are doing the right thing its just that theres

so much work to be done.

John was having the same type of doubts as he looked up at the building in front of them,

nodding his head in agreement but saying nothing.

Five months ago John Hargreaves had retired from the Army having served twenty two and

a half years. After discussing their retirement gratuity and small military pension that would hardly

fully support them until their state pensions became payable in around seven years time; they had

decided to put all their finances and lifes experiences intoa small business adventure, buying a pub;

or rather the leasing of a pub.

In the twenty odd years they had been married Eileen had happily accompanied her

husband in the many countries in which he had served. She was used to having to up sticks from one

Married Service Quarter in one country, moving lock stock and barrel to another MSQ at another

unit in another country. Moving house and all that it entailed, was nothing new to her, or had

presented little problems in the past; but this building was nothing like any MSQ Eileen had ever

lived in. At present all the windows of the building were shuttered up and looked as though they had

been like that for a number of years.

The Blue Bell Inn was an old, rather large building that had been built at around the turn of

the century as a coach house. It originally stood to the side of the main road from Morpeth to theGreat North Road, in the village of Windridge. The village custom and the substantial passing trade

ensured that the pub, at that time, a profitable venture.

Six years ago a bye pass to the AI had been completed and therefore passing trade was very

much reduced, the pubs main clientele became that of only the small village.

Not being economically viable at the time the owners of the pub had ceased trading and

closed it down.

Recently a rather large private housing estate was being built near-bye and within the year

the pub could, or should, become viable again but the operative word was could. On that premise

John and Eileen had entered into contracts to lease the property for a period of five years.

Numerous clauses in their contract with the ownership company stated that the pub had to be

brought back to full serviceable standards, after which it would be duly signed over to them, with abuilding time frame of three weeks.


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As they both stood looking up at the old building John said to his wife. You know, Im sure

we can make something of this place. Eileen nodded in agreement.

As he was looking skywards towards the roof area out of the corner of his eye John thought

he saw movement and his eyes were directed towards one of the four small mullioned dormer

windows set into the roof. He felt as if someone was watching them but now looking directly at the

window there was no movement. The windows had closed wooden shutters. Obviously it had been abird flying by that had disrupted his vision.

Come on then. John to his wife Lets get to work. The workmen should be arriving soon.

They unlocked the main front door to a rather musty smell and entered a room that had

once been the bar area. The stacked tables and chairs in the room were the original furniture. All

other furnishings and decorations had been removed to an outhouse storage area.

Originally being shown around the premises by the estate agent they roughly knew the

general layout of their new abode. Now they were alone and couldnt wait to explore a little further.

As they walked into the square bar room from the front door the bar counter was on the facing wall.

Tables and chairs could be situated on the three sides of the bar counter in a squared horseshoe

shape. Walking through to the right of the bar was another exit door which opened out to a corridor

with doors to the toilets, kitchen and an outside exit fire door. To one side of the kitchen door weretwo other doors, one with a sign marked CELLAR and the other marked PRIVATE. Unlocking the door

marked private with the keys in his possession he opened the door to a stairwell that lead to the

upper living quarters. On the second floor there were five bedrooms, one large bedroom that would

be for their own use and one small room that would be used as an office. Three medium sized

rooms would initially remain empty but hopefully may come into use at a later time as bed &

breakfast accommodation. There was also a reasonably sized kitchen and a medium sized living

room. All of the rooms smelt of the same musty smell as that when they had first entered the

building. Dont worry about the musty smell my love; the painters will soon get rid of that. John

assured his wife

Looking round further they both had expected there to be a stairway leading to a further

floor above. From the outside, the building it looked as if it had three floors not two. Small dormerwindows had been set into the roof area to give it that impression.

Eileen must have been thinking the same as John for she said I would have thought that

there was a floor above this one.

I was looking round for a door leading up to there as well. He replied. There must be a

very large attic space above.

Hope its well insulated then. She observed. If its not, it will cost the earth to heat up this

place in the wintertime.

Good point love, Ill make sure the builders do something along those lines.

A loud banging that was obviously coming from the downstairs bar area interrupted their

thoughts.

Thatll be the builders arriving, at least they are on time, Id better go down and let them

in. said John.

John opened the pub door to a short stubby man dressed in a bib and brace overall and a

flat cap on his head who introduced himself as Ted Smales. He said that he had been contracted by

the holding company to carry out the pub alterations and began to explain how numerous differing

tradesmen would be employed throughout the coming three weeks. His main job was to organise

the whole pub conversion.

Eileen, on learning that Ted Smales was in charge, asked him if it was possible that the

upstairs living accommodation could be seen as a priority. She explained that they were at present

living in rented accommodation in Morpeth and it was quite costly. They wanted to move into the

premises as soon as possible. Ted promised to treat the matter as a due urgency.

Shall we have a walk around the village? Eileen suggested to her husband, having handed

over duplicate keys and the responsibility to Mr Smales, who had said there was very little for them


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to do for the present time. John was about to decline and suggest that he was going to explore the

beer cellar and frequent himself to its equipment and workings but then realised that the cellar was

part of the property renewal and hed probably be in the way so there was little he could do down

there. John agreed to his wifes invitation to a walk.

The B class road outside the pub descended slightly to a stone bridge that crossed a small

river, or rather a large stream, which trickled and tinkled into the distance. Trees lined the footpathalongside both banks. Behind the large pub car-park had been built the houses of the village. All of

the homes had been built of natural stone and some of them had even picturesque thatched roofs.

Though many of them had been updated with porches, verandas and extensions they had all still

been kept to the original period look. The pub, village and surrounding area was very pleasing to the

eye and very oldy worldly.

Practically all of the gardens were neat, tidy and very well kept; their owners obviously very

house proud.

I think Im going to like living in such pleasant surroundings. Observed Eileen. Its so nice

and peaceful. If our bar customers are as likeable as the houses they live in Im sure well get along

here.

John nodded his head in agreementWithin the week Mr Smales was a man of his word and the upstairs living accommodation

was completed; the new Landlord and Landlady were now able to take over their new living

quarters.

Both John and his wife Eileen were delighted in their new abode. The main bedroom, living

room, kitchen and office had been cleaned and decorated to high professional standards. The other

spare bedrooms would only need attention at a later date.

As they snuggled up in their new bed on their first night in their newly decorated room they

contemplated the shape of things to come. The work on their pub, because now they were getting

used to calling it their pub, was on schedule and within ten days or so the pub would be opened

proper to the public. They discussed their feelings and their fears but both were looking forward to

their new life ahead.John John His wife was shaking him awake.

Whatsa matter? he mumbled.

Whats that noise?

I cant hear anything. John wasawake now and trying hard to listen intently.

There it goes again it sounded like someone crying.

Just contraction of the building as it cools down for the night love. Nothing to worry about

go back to sleep.

All that John had heard had been a very minor creak.

John assurance to his wife eased her worrys somewhat and she snuggled further into her

husband and was soon fast asleep.

John however was wide now wide awake and listening to the many sounds of the night.

The next ten days went like a blur with electricians, plumbers, carpenters, decorators and

cleaners all doing their bit to bring the pub back to life.

Two days before opening John was about to take his first delivery of his beers, lagers, wines,

spirits order and all the other paraphernalia that was to be retailed in the pub. He and his wife had

already taken and passed their BIIAB course exam which now legally entitled them to retail alcoholic

beverages.

John had also taken and passed a further bar cellar management course.

The cellar in the Blue Bell pub was, as it describes, a room that is sub ground level.

Whenever John went down to the cellar it took some getting used to for it always felt very

cold and damp. The thermostat had been set at 12C/53F which he had learned is the ideal

temperature for the storage of beers and lagers.


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Looking around the cellar, alongside the left side wall were fixed the electric beer pump

valves. Plastic lines would be fixed from the barrels to the individual pumps and from there up to the

beer dispensers in the bar. Along the facing back wall at just above eye level were fixed the cooling

systems and the soft drinks, colas, lemonades etc. dispensers. Below these arrangements lay a stone

gantry. The gantry level was about two foot high from the ground by about a yard width. Half of the

gantry looked original and built of natural stone; the other half looked as if it had been amateurishbuilt at a later stage and was of common house brick.

The third right hand wall had an inlet with a locked trap door to the surface

As the delivery draymen pulled up outside of the pub, John was ready for them and

indicated that he was going down to the cellar to unlock and open up the trapdoor to enable the

barrels of beers to be dumped from ground level to cellar level. Although John had never done the

task before he was aware how draymen operated.

Once down in the cellar John pulled a thickly padded nylon mat to the middle of the floor of

the trapdoor inlet. John shouted to the drayman that he was ready and they replied clear and then

allowed a full 36 gallon aluminium keg of beer to free fall down to the cellar level, a drop of about a

six feet. The mat took up the barrels fall without damage and John rolled it away to storage before

shouting that all was clear and ready to receive the next barrel. John took delivery of four 36s andsix 18 gallon barrels of beers, lagers, ciders and Guinness.

Coupling all the supply lines to barrels were quite straightforward and before long John

could go up behind the bar ready to pull his first pint. Eileen joined him for what was for them a

momentous occasion and suggested that they invite all the workmen still working on site to have a

drink with them, the first drink of their tenancy.

Tomorrow at six pm was to be the pubs official opening.

Eileen and John went to bed that night both full of excitement for the coming day.

John. His wife was shaking awake again.

Whats up now?

Someones crying!

What do you mean some ones crying? John was awake now but couldnt hear anythinguntoward.

A child is crying. Pleaded Eileen

John was listening intently now but still he couldnt hear sound, let alone anyone crying. He

realised his wife must be dreaming and sleep talking.

John, please do something the child needs our help she must be in distress. His wifes

pleading was now more pressing.

Eileen. John gently shook his wife. Wake up Eileen.

Im not asleep John. His wife replied. But surely you can hear the child crying? There it

goes again now! Im sure I can hear a little girl crying.

John was straining his ears to hear what was disturbing his wife but could hear no sounds

other than the slight murmuring of the wind outside in the night.

Purely to calm his wife John rose from his bed and padded out to the hallway. He could still

not hear any untoward noises.

Opening each and every spare bedroom in turn, all were empty and devoid of furniture of

any kind. They had yet to be re-decorated. He further searched the kitchen, living room and office,

all to no avail.

Who was it John? His wife asked What did you do? The crying seems to have stopped

now.

It was just the wind rustling in the trees outside of window in side spare bedroom.

Someone had left the door open He explained. Ive got to admit it did sound like a childs cry. Ive

now shut the bedroom door now so you wont be disturbed again.

Thank you my love, youre my hero.


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He silently studied to himself; the bedroom door hadnt been open nor had there been any

real rustling of the trees outside. Hed only explained that to placate his wife.

His wife snuggled up to him and was soon sound asleep again. His, when he managed that is,

became a fit full sleep.

They awoke on the morning of their new pubs opening. Neither of them mentioned to the

other of the events of the night before. Had Eileen remembered it? John certainly had.There was much to be done that day. Eileen had already advertised in the local press of the

grand re-opening of The Blue Bell and numerous flyers had been circulated in and around the local

Town of Morpeth.

The old tables and chairs had all been re-sanded and varnished; they now looked in perfect

condition but still retained their old fashioned style. The Bar counter had been professionally sanded

and numerous coats of French polish applied. The shelves, mirrors and glasses had all been cleaned

to perfection and shiny horse brasses and other paraphernalia adorned the roof beams and walls.

The beer pump dispensers and optics were all old fashioned looking but were really modern and

brand new.

Eileen had earlier advertised the position for a pub cleaner and after interviewing four

applicants had decided on Mrs Jackson, an older comely widow who ideally lived in the village.The pub was now in a pristine condition and both John and Eileen were proud of their

achievement and a raring to go.

At the appointed hour of Six pm John disengaged the lock and two bolts of the front door

and proudly opened it Two customers walked in.

To say that Eileens face was one of disappointment was an understatement. All that could

be said was that Johns face registered the same forlorn look. Each unbeknown to the other, were

asking the same question to themselves, had they made a mistake in taking the pub on?

Yes Sir. What can I get you? John asked his first customer.

Two pints of John Smiths please. The older of the two men had ordered for them both.

Come far? John asked seeking to open up a line of conversation.

Just from the village. The younger of the two said. This is my father George Harrison, ImSteven. We used to be regulars in here before it closed down six or more years ago.Looking around

he said You seem to have made a good job of the renovations, good luck in your new enterprise.

Thank you. Im John Hargreave by the way, this is my wife Eileen. replied John. I was

hoping for a little more custom though.

Theres time yet, its still only a little after six. Most people are having their tea around

now.

John had to agree with the comments; most customers dont come out while after seven.

Like the man said theres time yet.

Slowly but slowly customers did come in. Although John and Eileen were never

overwhelmed they were kept busy throughout the night.

Just before ten to eleven John was thinking about ringing his bell to call last orders but

realised that his customers were slowly beginning to leave anyway, so there was no real need. There

was only four people left playing, what looked like to John, a serious game of dominoes at a corner

table.

John stood to the side pretending to be interested in the game but at the same time wanting

them to finish it and leave. He did not wish to offend his customers for they paid his bread and

butter but after all it was his first day and he was tired and wanted the day to come to an end. The

game finished and they all bade their farewells and quietly left.

Eileen totted up the till and both were quite surprised how well they had done money wise;

the takings were almost three hundred pounds. Certainly not a fantastic sum but it would help pay

the bills.


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That night as they both lay in each others arms, discussing the events of the day they both

felt that they, although the experience had been completely different to anything they had done

before, had enjoyed it.

As John went to sleep he briefly thought about the disturbance of the night before and

hoped it would not be repeated this night.

It wasnt.Tomorrow was another day and as John got up to let the pub cleaner in, Eileen began

cooking his breakfast.

Slowly but surely John and Eileen began to work to a routine. Monday to Thursday trade was

quite slow and uneventful. The main bulk of their trade was at the weekend. During the 12 to 3pm

afternoon session Eileen would tend the bar. This left John to complete many of the other jobs that

needed attention. His first priority was to make sure his ales were always in tip top condition, their

livelihood depended on it. The cleaning of the plastic beer lines need flushing out with a special

cleaning fluid then rinsing out with water at least once a week was a main job. He had learned that

protein can build up in the lines if they are not cleaned properly and it would definitely begin to

show up in the taste of the beer.

Within two weeks they both felt on top of the job and within reason were happy. Except forone small incident is.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and only two customers were in. One of them came to the

bar and ordered a pint of lager. John was outside watering the hanging flower baskets. As Eileen was

pulling the lager it suddenly ceased flowing indicating the barrel was empty. She knocked on the

inside window to attract Johns attention that she needed help, indicating that the Lager barrel

needed changing. After he had completed the task his wife said Will you show me how to change a

barrel sometime?

John agreed she should be shown how to change a barrel she may be alone sometime when

a barrel ran out. It is an easy task when shown how, he said hed show her whenthey ceased trading

after the afternoon session.

When they closed the pub at three thirty Eileen reminded her husband about changing abarrel. As they both descended the cellar steps they immediately felt the cold 12 degree

atmosphere.

It was the first time ever that Eileen had visited a cellar of a pub. The cold, damp and lack of

daylight unnerved her somewhat. As John began demonstrating how to anti clockwise disengage the

connecter to the barrel and then reconnecting it again his wife was looking furtively around her. I

dont like it down here. She declared. Theres something wrong here.

Theres nothing wrong its only the cold atmosphere. Youll soon get used to it.

No I wont. Ive got a very funny sensation. Theres something not right. Ill not be coming

down here again.

I thought you wanted to be shown how to change a barrel?

Not anymore I dont. If a barrel needs changing then youll have to do it. Without any

further explanation she quickly walked back up the steps and out of the cellar.

It would have been no good trying to pacify her. Her mind was made up. John began to

wonder why his wife had acted so. Yes the cellar was a cold damp dank place. Yes the inadequate

lighting cast dark shadows and yes it wasnt the perfect place to work in but he still couldnt

understand his wifes rigid stance. He looked around, when Ive a bit of time, Ill give the whole cellar

a new coat of white emulsion, that should brighten the place up he decided. Eileen said nothing

more about the cellar and John decided to let sleeping dogs lie.

Slowly but surely they began to recognise their regular customers and what their individual

tipple was. Most or nearly all of their regulars came from the village. John and Eileen began to

realise that although sales were only slightly increasing week on week, hopefully when the new

housing estate being built nearby was completed, and the residents moved into their houses, trade

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One of their afternoon regulars was Tom. He was a tall older gentleman probably in his late

seventies, always wearing a clean white shirt and a smart looking tie. He lived in the village and

regularly came into the pub at twelve noon, had three pints of Guinness then left on the dot at two

thirty.

Tom and landlord John seemed to gel. Tom was an old soldier of the Korean War and lovedto reminisce about his good old times: John also being ex-military, always enjoyed listening to the

bygone tales of yesteryear.

One conversation John had with Tom concerned the past landlords of the Blue Bell Inn. Tom

said there had been numerous Landlords, tenants or just managers of the pub. He said that there

had been at least six, in the ten years he had lived in the village, before it had ceased trading.

None of them ever seemingly to make a go of the pub, some leaving after only a few

months.

He said that from what other people had told him the only landlord who had ever made any

success of the pub had been a Daniel Conway and his wife, Elizabeth. Although he professed no first-

hand knowledge of them for he had come to live in the village after they had left.

It seems that they took it over sometime in the seventies and had run it for around twenty years.Daniel had been an old salt, a Sailor who took over the pub after having retired from the Navy,

much like John had retired from the Army.

DidDaniel and his wife have a young daughter? John asked him directly. Perhaps sub

consciously he was remembering his wife hearing a girl child crying. As soon as he had asked the

question he regretted it because by admitting there could have been a child crying he was admitting

supernatural forces.

I dont know what family they had. As Ive said I came to live in the village after they had

left. Why do you ask?

Have you heard anyone say that the pub is haunted? Hasanything ever been mentioned?

Ive heard a few tales but nothing definite. I did hear something about a little girl who could

sometimes be heard crying. Personally I dont believe in ghosts or the afterlife so Im not the one toask. The rumours seem to have started within the last ten years or so. I think it was Frank Shilton,

who had the pub for about a year, who started the rumour probably to drum up trade. For a few

weeks after it did increase a little but even that wasnt enough. He left soon after and the rumour

just carried on.

John was eager to know more but it was almost half past two and Tom was drinking the last

dregs of his beer before getting up to go home. Tom, can I ask you not to mention to Eileen the

rumours about the pub being haunted.

Nay lad, as Ive said, I dont believe the rumours myself so I certainly wont be repeating

them.

Did you ever get to ask that building chappie about the loft insulation? Eileen asked her

Husband.

Completely skipped my mind. he replied. There is a ceiling access point in one of the

spare bedrooms. Shall I get a ladder and see if I can unscrew it off then we can have a look

ourselves.

An aluminium ladder was soon erected and the screws that held the panel in place were

removed. Both climbed the ladder into the loft. They were amazed to find that the roof space that

covered almost the whole of the building area, was floor boarded out. Although they were shuttered

natural light fed through the four small dormer windows. It was very dirty and dusty but apparent

that at some time in the past the attic had been used.

It looks as if this attic had been a play area or a bedroom. John remarked.

If its been used as living accommodation how did they get up here? Surely not with a

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They probably had a proper loft ladder fitted then had it removed, when the space was no

longer in use.

Pity such a large area not being used. Remarked Eileen

We could use it for storage I suppose. Responded John. But there again, weve plenty of

space in the spare bedrooms plus the large outbuilding we have. Space we have plenty of.

Yes I suppose your right. Lets get back down then.John rummaged around for a while longer looking for anything of value that had been left.

All he found was a few old toys and a rag doll. He didnt show the doll to his wife. No point in setting

her imagination alight he thought.

They exited the loft and John re-screwed the ceiling panel back into place.

Time I was down in the bar preparing to open up. John said to his wife, who nodded her reply and

said Ill bring you down a cup of tea just after you open up.

Have you ever thought of having real ales on tap? Peter, oneof his regular customers

asked John

Well yes, I did think about it. he replied A number of passing trade customers have asked

if I had it on. I suppose I could easily order a barrel and see if there is any demand for it.

Mightbe a good idea. Peteragreed.After the afternoon session John phoned in his order in to his beer supplier. When it had

been taken he enquired about real ale. As John had no experience in real ale he asked what the

supplier recommended. Snecklifter was the suggestion. John ordered a 9 gallon barrel of

Snecklifter and it was duly delivered the next day.

John had no idea what the word snecklifter meant. He asked the delivery van driver if he

knew the origin of the word and was told that the old fashioned door catch was called a sneck and

the thumb button one pressed to lift the catch was called a lifter. Hence the word snecklifter. It

did not describe real ale but maybe an interesting answer to the question if anyone asked.

Whilst the van driver was with him John inquired if he could be shown how to tap the

barrel of real ale.

In the cellar the driver placed the wooden barrel on its base with the soft bung on top. Heplaced the end of the spigot, which is just a specially designed tap, over the bung; with the spigot

over the soft bung hole he hit it with a rubber hammer. The spigot was forced into the bung.

Because of pressure inside the cask an initial spurt of frothy beer escaped. He hit the spigot further

forcing it fully home. It was now water tight, or rather beer tight. Then he lifted the 9 gallon wooden

barrel onto the concrete gantry and spragged wooden wedges to stop it from rolling from side to

side. Another wedge was placed under the back so that the barrel was slightly tilted forward and

now the spigot was the lowest part of the barrel. He suggested that it be now left undisturbed for at

least 24 hours for the beer to settle advising John to test the clarity and taste the beer before

connecting the plastic line from the spigot to the hand pump in the bar.

After 48 hours the clarity and taste of the ale was perfect and real ale was now an added

bar attraction; before long they were selling a 9 gallon barrel a week. Things were looking up.

John, theres someone in the loft. Eileen was in the kitchen preparing their evening meal

before opening time at six o clock. He could hear the noise and it certainly sounded as if someone

was playing in the roof space. Almost as suddenly as it had started the noise stopped. Both were

looking up at the ceiling as if they might be able to see the noise. What are you going to do? his

wife demanded.

Its probably a squirrel. He suggested.

Surely, not that loud?

John silently agreed to himself that it did seem rather loud for such a small animal, but he

could not, nor would not accept that it was anything more than a natural noise.

The bare floorboards do act like a drum skin making any noises sound louder. He hoped

his wife would accept the explanation. If it started again hed have to get the ladder out of the shed

downstairs again and investigate the noise proper.


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Over the next few days the noises did re-occur but this time not quite as loud. At his wifes

insistence, John retrieved and re-erected the ladder for a further exploration of the loft space. He

was relieved to find evidence, eaten shells of nuts and droppings, that a squirrel and probably its

family did frequent the loft. He also discovered a small hole that led to the outside roof. He plugged

it hoping that the animals would be denied further access, although he wasnt confident that they

wouldnt find other holes to gain entry. He reported his discoveries and Eileen seemed to acceptthem at face value.

Over the next month or so they both settled into a routine. It was a different routine to any

that they had experienced before and they made mistakes which they accepted, but all in all life for

them was progressing along quite nicely.

A darts and dominoes team was been set up, every alternate Tuesday a visiting team would

arrive to hold a series of games. The following Tuesday their team would visit an away pub.

Wednesdays became the General Knowledge Quiz Night John donated a 20 cash prize plus

all entrance moneys taken. On both games and quiz nights Elizabeth prepared a free running buffet.

Customers appreciated her little added touches it made them feel wanted, which of course they

were for John and Eileen, at the onset, had soon realised that their lively hood depended on their

customers.The entrance to the pub car park was quite wide. A large oak tree grew in the centre making

it a kind of mini roundabout. A small stone wall surrounded the oak and John decided to plant a few

flowers to pretty it up. The earth was hard and matted and needed digging to at least a trowel depth

before any bedding plants could be planted.

As he was loosening the soil his trowel struck something solid, further digging unearthed a

long object wrapped in a decomposing cloth sacking. Undoing the parcel it revealed a short bladed

cutlass, probably a naval antique. Further inspection exposed what looked like dried blood on the

blade, probably animal blood from a poacher who had used the blade to kill, clean or skin rabbits.

John decided that if cleaned up satisfactory he might it hang it up on one of the walls of the

bar, along with all the other curios. Someone might even be able to identify exactly what type of

blade it was.John showed his wife his find and remarked that if it scrubbed up OK he might display it on

one of the pub walls.

I dont like it.

Whats wrong with it? It looks to me like a genuine naval cutlass

I still dont like it.

When he cleaned John presented it to his wife stating. Ive beenresearching it on the web.

If I could find the scabbard itd be probably worth three to four hundred pounds.

Theres still something about it that I dont like.She replied

But we already have swords already hanging on the wall, granted they are ornamental, but

this one is real its genuine. It will create conversation within the pub that always helps to the look of

the pub and creates conversation.

You cannot just hang it on the wall after all it is a weapon.

John had to agree with his wifes fair comment. No! of course not.He hadnt thought of

the sword as a weapon only as of an ornament. Trust me, he pleaded, Ill think of something.

If you must you must. She conceded. But dont expect me to like it.

The pub had two real fireplaces one to the left wall of the entrance and one to the right.

John and Eileen had visualised lighting them when the cold weather came on, it would make the pub

look and feel warm and cosy in the winter months. The cutlass was mounted in a locked glass

fronted case which was securely fastened to the wall above the right fireplace.

Looking back, in hindsight, the hanging of the cutlass in the bar was when John and Eileens

real troubles began.

That night the noises in the loft returned. Even John had to agree that they were rather loud

for such small animals. Eileen awoke to hearing a young girl scream. She immediately awakened


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John who again had heard nothing. He got out of bed and looking out of the window saw two

teenage girls walking bye giggling innocently. They had obviously been out to a party and were

walking home rather late. John assured his wife it was one of them who had made the noise. He may

have convinced his wife but had he convinced himself?

The same night John had a violent dream and awoke lathered in sweat. He could not

remember the whole of the dream but recalled it took place in the pubs loft space where he, orsomeone, was wielding a cutlass similar to the one hanging on the fireplace wall. Two other persons

were in the dream, one was a little girl of about ten years old; but he could not determine who the

other was. For the life of him he couldnt remember further into his dream, what he did with the

cutlass and why it was being wielded.

When they awoke the next morning Eileen first words were to begin to tell John about the

strange dream shed had. About a young girl who was cowering away in a corner of a room and man

about to attack her.

How did it end? John asked.

I wish I could remember, for the sake of me I cant. She replied.

John had the urge to recall his own nightmare to Eileen but realised it would probably upsether further, so decided against it.

As the various held events progressed and the hard work that both John & Eileen put into

the pub, trade slowly increased and with it the profitability. It should have been a happy time for

them; it wasnt, the nagging doubts Eileen had about the eerie things that had been happening in

the pub were now beginning to rub off on John.

That afternoon John made a point of engaging his new found friend, Tom in conversation.

He told him of the strange happenings that seemed to be happening at the pub. The noises and

strange dreams, the feelings Eileen had about the cutlass, the cellar. Nothing substantial, John told

him that he felt able to handle the physical side of things but was worried that the problem was now

affecting his wifes happiness. John said he would rather walk away from it all than let that happen.

It didnt matter how profitable the pub had, or could become.Tom listened intently. John somehow had expected him to laugh it off and tell him to pull

himself together but he did not; Tom seemed to fully understand his fears and feelings.

Ive two suggestions to make, one you will probably agree with and one, knowing you, will

probably disagree wont.

Anything you say I will appreciate and take it into account.

Well can I suggest that you have a word with Wee Jimmy?

Wee Jimmy?

Hes an old mate of Daniel Conway. You remember he used to be the landlord of this pub,

years ago. Jimmy and David were bosom buddies at that time. He still lives in the village but is

housebound now so gets out of his house very rarely. What he doesnt know about this pub isnt

worth knowing

Canyou arrange a visit with him?

Ill do better than that I take you to see him.

Whats the next suggestion?

Well this is the one you may not like. If you think the pub is haunted and I stress that I dont

by the way; I suggest that you get a priest to exorcise the place?

I never said it was haunted.

No, but your wife does and Ive got the feeling that you may also be having serious doubts.

John reluctantly had to agree with the comments made.

Discussing with his wife about his conversation with Tom and the two suggestions given,

Eileen replied that she not only agreed with their friend but that she had already visited the local

church and talked about their unexplained problems with the vicar. She said the reverend was only


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too willing to help and a visit by him had been arranged for the coming morning before the noon

opening time.

Reverend Wade the local vicar was true to his word and knocked on the door promptly at

nine am.

Both John and Eileen welcomed him in.

As the vicar was donning his vestments he was looking around rather furtively John was alittle perturbed that the vicar looked rather young and inexperienced and wondered if this was his

first exorcism

From a small leather holdall the vicar produced a gold plated crucifix and placed it upright on

its plinth on the bar. By its side he placed a bible and then a candlestick holder and proceeded to

light the red waxed candle that it held. From a small flask he poured a little water into a small

crucible and began to mutter the Lords Prayer over it. When he had finished the prayer, he crossed

himself and the water had now become blessed and holy.

He then proceeded to incant;

"Jesus I ask that you cast out any and all evil spirits in, around this place, The Blue Bell Inn.

He then proceeded to walk around the room sprinkling the holy water that he had prepared and still

canting religious prose.As he neared the right wall fireplace wall he stopped and looked up at the displayed cutlass

in its case. A look of uncertainty came upon his face. He seemed unsure how to continue. In the

name of Jesus and the Holy Spirit I command the spirit to get out of this place. This time he shouted

loudly. Splashing holy water, quite vigorously this time, at the display case

An amazing thing happened that took them all by surprise. The mounting hook within the

case on which the cutlass had been hung, suddenly gave way and the cutlass fell down still inside its

case: The case was still secured to the wall and locked.

There could have been a logical reason why the cutlass fell. Its weight may have slowly, over

time, been too much for the inside screw mounting. It just happened to give way at this particular

point in time a sheer coincidence. John wanted to believe this but both the vicar and Elizabeth

looked upon it as a sign that the exorcism was working or conversely it was a sign that it wasnt.Nonetheless the vicar carried on with his duties visiting in turn every room of the building

even the cellar. John had even unscrewed the attic ceiling panel and erected the aluminium ladder

for the vicar to perform his duties in the loft space.

I feel evil forces have beenat work within the confines of this pub. The reverend stated.

With Gods help, those forces have now been expelled.

The vicar departed, with a quite hefty donation for the church in his cassock and maybe a

little wiser than when he had entered the pub.

When he had gone Elizabeth demanded that John unscrew the case that contained the

cutlass from the wall and dispose of it to an outbuilding. He readily agreed with her and complied.

All that day and the next nothing untoward happened and John, although a sceptic that

exorcism could actually have worked he was secretly relieved that it appeared to have. Elizabeth was

greatly relieved and it showed. Hopefully they could get back to happily run a profitable pub again.

Hello Jimmy can we come in? Tom had not forgotten his promise to take John to visit Wee

Jimmy. Jimmy this is John, hes the new landlord of The Blue Bell Inn.

John could now see why he was nicknamed Wee Jimmy. It was because he was very small

in stature and bent over forwards so that he appeared to be permanently looking at the ground. He

looked to be all of ninety years of age and was obviously house bound.

Comein both, sit yourselves down.Invited Jimmy

John reached across and shook Jimmys hand and said pleased to meet you Jim. Ive heard

so much about you from Tom here.

Very nice to meet you as well John Jimmy greeted, I dont get many visitors nowadays.

Dont stand on ceremony please sit down. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?

We were wondering Jim if you could tell us something about the Blue Bell?


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John told his wife all about his meeting with wee Jimmy. Discussing it in detail he realised

that very little new information had been given other than that the Conways only had an elder son

who had died, probably in an asylum and that Daniel had also passed away soon after. His wife was

now, in a care home in Ashington; very little more had been learned.

Immediately after the exorcism all seemed well and the strange happenings seemed to have

ceased. It had been a month past now and Eileen seemed to have forgotten her past experiences,the pub was running profitably and efficiently, things seemed to be looking up. Most important from

Johns point of view his wife appeared happy.

One morning Eileen woke up and said to her husband. Ive just had a lucid dream

happening.

A dreamhappening? her husband repeated. Ive never heard of a dream described that

way before.

A lucid dream happening is where one knows one is dreaming but is also cognisant that

there is a meaning to the dream.

Im not going to pretend that I fully understand what you are saying but if you want to tell

me about it Im all ears.

It was about a little Maria who wanted my help.Oh! We are not going down the spooky road again are we? I dontwant you getting upset

again.

No thats whats surprising about the dream it didnt upset me whilst I was dreaming nor

am I upset now talking about it.

You say the little girl in your dream wanted your help. In what way?

The little girl told me that it was dark where she was and that she was lost. She wanted to

go home. She wanted me to help her.

And how are you supposed to do that?

I dont know. Shesaid that you would know how.

Me! How am supposed to help a dream? Cos thats what it is, a dream remember, only a

dream.The little girl said youd already started to help.

Eileen, Ill help anybody if I can, you know that but how can I help a figment of your

imagination?

I knew you would and I also know you will. And with that last statement Eileen changed

the subject and asked what was on the pub agenda today.

John readily accepted the change of subject because how could he discuss a dream

seriously. As far as he was concerned a dream was a series of mental images and emotions that

occurred during sleep; to his wife a dream was a definite emotional experience. What most

concerned him was his wifes statement that the girl in the dream had said that he had already

started to help. How? What had he already done? The more he thought about it the more perplexed

he became.

John carried on with the pub tasks of the day Tuesday was line cleaning day and most of his

morning would be taken up with that. At least it would take his mind off the enigma that Eileen had

presented him with.

That afternoon he struck up conversation with Tom and he brought up the subject of his

wifes dream. But she actually believes that she has been contacted by a young girl who needs her

help. Can you believe that?

A believer is a believer and nothing you say or do will change that. replied Tom. You say

that all noises and strange occurrences have ceased now?

Yes thats the funny part. You and I dont believe in that sort of thing. All occurrences,

however strange, have a logical reason behind them. But Im the first to admit that the exorcism we

did seems to have done the trick.

So what are you going to do?


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What can I do?

You say your wifes dream was about a young girl?

Let me ask about in the village. Meanwhile, might I suggest that if your wife brings up the

subject again just agree with what her? It might be easy that way. Anyway got to go its nearly half

past two and time to be heading home.

John the John Smiths Bitter has gone off will you change the barrel?Eileens request brought John back from his thoughts. Yes Ill do it now.

Later that week, Tom called in at his usual time of 12 noon and ordered his usual pint of

Guinness. As he was leaving the bar to head for his usual seat he beckoned with his head for John to

join him.

When they had both sat down John quietly asked. Did you find anything out?

Well yes and no. Tom, equally quietly replied. Nothing seems to be known of any

connection of a young girl with the Blue Bell, none of the people Ive asked anyway; and no one

knew of any of the previous landlords having any girl children.

Well thats the no answer dealtwith whats the yes answer?

Years ago, in the mid-nineties, a girl of eight was abducted from the river path a fewhundred yards from here. There was a big hue and cry at the time and the police descended on the

village in their droves. Everyone in the village became a suspect. Everyone was interviewed,

statements taken and alibis checked.

Was Daniel Conway the landlord at the time?

That was the first question I asked as well. The answer is yes he was. Both he and his wife

were in full view serving in the bar at the time of the abduction and numerous peoples alibis

checked with each other and were easily eliminated as suspects.

What about Daniels son Gary?John was thirst for knowledge.

He wasreported to be in an asylum so wasnt even around at that time.

So thats it then? A dead end?

Looks that way Im afraid.What happened to the girl? Did they find ever find out who abducted her?

Bit of a mystery there. Wee Jimmy, you remember Wee Jimmy? John nodded.Well, Wee

Jimmy told me that just a few weeks before the abduction in our village two young girls had already

been abducted up in Berwick. The one here in Windridge had made it three and a few days after that

a man was arrested whilst attempting to abduct a further child. He was being questioned about the

three murders but he hung himself in jail a few days later. The interesting thing is that only two of

the three girlsbodies were ever found. The body of the child abducted here in the village was never

found

So thatchild could still be buried here somewhere?

That is a possibility of course but its just as likely that the murderer took the girl away from

here, he lived in Durham. I would assume that any abductor would want to get away from the scene

of his crime rather sharpish. Its just as likely he disposed of her body up there. replied Tom. Have

you had any strange occurrences of late? Has Elizabeth had any further dreams?

John shook his head and said No. I think it might be wise if I just let sleeping dogs lie and

just get on with running a pub.

Might be as good an idea as any.Tom agreed.

Over the next few weeks, pub life settled down nicely for John and Eileen they heard no

more undue noises nor had any unsettling dreams.

Six weeks had now passed since any unexplained events in the Blue Bell; John and Eileen

were becoming more experienced in the handling of the pub and its customers and because some of

the houses on the newly built housing estate were being occupied, profits were up week on week.

Everything in the garden seemed lovely.


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John awoke one morning and realised he had been dreaming but, however hard he tried, he

could not remember what about. Maria! The name suddenly came into his head. Why should he

remember the name Maria? What was so special about the name? Then it struck him, was Maria the

name his wife had called the person who had appeared to her in her so called special dream

experience. Why had he remembered the name only now? Why hadnthe told his mate Tom the

name?As his wife slowly came out of her peaceful sleep she opened her eyes and said. Morning

love.

Good morning my dear, sleep well?

As she was saying, Yes very well. Eileen snuggled up to him.

As was usual before they actually got out of bed they began to discuss the coming day

ahead. What chores were more important than other ones, and who would do what. John said that

he had to go to Smales the wholesale suppliers as their stock of bar snacks needed refreshing and

then on to the bank for change.

Change, we never seemed to have enough of it. Remarked Eileen. John readily agreed they

had often discussed before that a customers first payment for a drink order wouldusually be in the

form of a note, more often than not a 10 or 20 note. Change would then be given. Almost everycustomer left the pub with change in their pocket, usually money given in change from the bar.

Someone had to go to the bank as much for change as for depositing takings.

Maria. John suddenly changed the subject. Do we know any one named Maria? He was

secretly testing his wife memory of her previous dream.

I dont know of anyone with that name. Why do you ask? It became obvious with her

answer that she had forgotten, as he originally had, the childs name in his wifes special happening

dream experience. John passed off his question as a customer was asking about someone called

Maria.

What had been the name of the missing girl who had been abducted all those years ago

from the local river footpath? He asked himself. His mind kept repeated the question to himself as

he drove to Smales the wholesaler and then onwards to the bank. Her body had never been found,what would be the odds on her being called Maria?

He had to find out but how? Who would know? The answer then became obvious; the local

Newspaper would surely have reported a missing child. The Morpeth Gazette had offices next door

but one from the bank. He could easily call in.

John had expected a long search of the many records that the newspaper held for he wasnt

sure what the exact date of the childs abduction was. He had reckoned without the files held on a

modern newspapers computer.

When he typed the words Child Abduction Northumberland 1980/1999 into the computer

search engine, sixteen reports of child abduction came up. Most of them bore no resemblance to

what he was looking for, two were reports of abduction up in Berwick on Tweed, one was an

attempted kidnapping in Morpeth but the main two he was looking for also came up.

Child Abduction Tuesday 18thJune 1991The Morpeth Gazette Uk)

By Anne JohnsonYesterday, a nine year old girl was reported missing. It is believed that she has beenabducted, in broad daylight, from the village of Windridge, near Morpeth.Police launced a full search soon after her disappearance had been confirmed.


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The police have asked that parents of children remain extra vigilent and report anythingsuspicious.

Wednesday, June 19, 1991

Police have confirmed today that the nine year old schoolgirl abducted

yesterday was Mary Ellis of Morpeth

Mary was last seen by a friend playing along the right hand bank of the river

Coquette. Det. Ch. Insp. Brian Johnston said they were "desperate" to catchthe person or persons responsible and that no one will relax until he/she is

caught. He asks anyone to report anything suspicious to police. Parallels

between this abduction and the kidnapping of other children in the county

are being investigated Police state that there may be similarities.

Of the sixteen reports he had found, eight of them directly correlated with what he was

looking for. They confirmed what Tom had earlier told him, that a man had been arrested and later

charged with three counts of abduction and murder and one of attempted abduction.

A later report stated that the man charged with murder had committed suicide whilst inpolice custody.

The report that really made his hair stand on end was the childs name, not Maria but Mary.

A coincidence? A sign? What?

This discovery had left him with a real dilemma, John thought, who do I tell of my findings?

Do I just keep it to myself? There is no way he could tell Eileen shell freak out. He wanted to believe

it was just a coincidence. OK the names Maria and Mary are similar but they are not the exactly the

same.

He obtained Photostat copies of each report and for the rest of that day he was uncertain as

to what to do. Part of him wanted to leave it there and treat it as a coincidence. Part of him wanted

to take it further but in what direction? Part of him wanted to discuss the matter more fully with his

wife but at a risk of upsetting her? No, that part was not an option at this stage. Leave it there? Nohe had come too far, he needed a full explanation. Had it been a coincidence or was Eileens dream a

message from the spirit world? If he had been a believer in the afterlife he would be able to accept it

and work on that aspect but he was a realist, what you see and feel is what you can really believe in.

Bringing Tom up to date re the similarity in the names of the young girl in Eileen dream and

the one abducted he had to agree with Tom that the coincidence was a little close for comfort. Tom

had suggested that he contact the police with his findings. John had already thought of that option

but realised the police would need a little more direct evidence other than mere coincidence.

Then an idea came to John. What was the name of the Daniel Conways wife and where did

you say she is now? He asked.

Elizabeth. Shes lives in Shell House, Ashington.

Ijust might go and see her. She may be able to add a little info. Sheltered accommodationyou say she lives in?


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Yes. Doyou want me to come with you?

No, but thanks for the offer. I rather want to do this by myself.

Good morning, Shell House. How can I help? A ladys voiceanswered Johns telephone call

Good Morning my name is John Hargreave; I am the manager of the Blue Bell in in

Windridge. I wondered if it would be possible for me to arrange an appointment sometime to see

Mrs Conway. Mrs Elizabeth Conway?Is Elizabeth related to you? The receptionist asked.

No, but she will remember the name of the Blue Bell Inn. She was a past landlady before

me. I am the new landlord of the pub and I didnt want to just call in on her unannounced.

Elizabeth is usually in all dayand very rarely gets visitors Im sure she will be delighted with

a social call from you. Might I suggest that you call on her around ten in the morning, shell be up

and about by then. Illinform her that you are to visit her and itsnot convenient then Ill phone you

to cancel? Thats if you care to leave your number?

Yes that sounds exactly what I had hoped for, my number is 077735689944.

Yes Ive taken that downand Ill ring you if anything changes

Thank you for your help and Ill call in tomorrowunless you ring me different.

Goodbye Mr Hargreave.

Shell House Ashington was much like the many other sheltered housing's dotted across the

country. These accommodations were partially funded by the government, the council and the

residing tenant. John rang a bell at the locked door entrance and he was buzzed in to the reception

office. Introducing himself to the secretary and explaining his reason for the visit he was shown to

Mrs ConwaysRoom. John was quite impressed by the security, cleanliness and the general all round

pleasant surroundings.

The receptionist introduced John to Mrs Conway and then asked if there was anything more

she could do, after receiving a negative shake of Mrs Conways head she left the room.

The frail old lady in front of him was seated in an armchair by her bed. She was dressed in a

blue housecoat over what appeared to be pyjamas.Good morning Mrs Conway can I introduce myself? My name is John Hargreave. My wife

and I are the present the tenants of the Blue Bell pub in Windridge near Morpeth.

Yes the matron told me that you would be calling but didnt know the reason you wanted

to see me. And Im asking myself that question now.

Mrs Conway, I understand you used to bethe landlady at the same pub?

Very few people call me Mrs Conway these days, please call me Elizabeth. Pull over a chair

and sit down. Now how can I help?

Thank you Elizabeth. I wanted to talk to you generally about the Blue Bell.

My husband, did you know hes passed away? I had little to do with the day to day running

of the pub you know.

John nodded his head Yes, Elizabeth Im sorry to hear of your husbands demise but itwas

you I wished to speak to.

How can I help?

John then went on to describe the surroundings of their tenancy and Elizabeth listened and

nodded occasionally seemingly to understand Johns circumstances.

He then went on to describe the unusual noises, strange occurrences and their eventual

need to hold an exorcism.

Are you telling me that the pub is now haunted? she asked incredulously.

I dont believe in anything like that but my wife does, he replied so really Im trying to get

to the bottom of all this, more for her sake than mine.

Again Im at aloss how you think I can help.

Do you remember the young girl being abducted at around that time?


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Elizabeth Conway visibly blanched at his question. She looked away and began slowly

shaking her head mumbling but without saying anything.

Can you tell me anything about that time? He asked

Again the shaking of her head, and she said. I dont remember much about that period it

was such a long time ago.

But surely you can remember. It must have been such a trying time for yourselves andeveryone around the village. Its not every day that a child gets abducted surely you must recollect

that?

Elizabeth was getting quite visibly agitated, again shaking her head without actually saying

anything.

I believe that the strange circumstances are directly related to the girls disappearance and

that somehow a naval cutlass is tied in with it. John wasnow clutching at straws for there was no

logical reason to relate the cutlass with the missing child.

Mrs Conway was now looking around for her panic button situated at the side of her bed

and at the same time saying. I have nothing more to say Im tirednow, please will you leave She

pulled the red alarm cord.

But what more can you tell me about the cutlass? He insisted.If you have the cutlass in your possession then you need no more help from me. She

stuttered. Just leave me alone, please.

A carer nurse knocked at the door and entered.

Mr Hargreaves is just leaving will you show him out. Mrs Conway said to the nurse.

John had no option but to get up and leave.

As John was driving back to his pub he discussed with himself whether he should tell his wife

of his findings.

Initially he felt as if he had been protecting his wife from any worry she might feel if she had

known everything that he had learned. But at the same time he felt as if he was betraying his

marriage by withholding what he knew.

Later that day after much deliberating the pros and cons and closing the pub after theafternoon session, John decided to tell his wife all.

He began by apologising as to why he had not told her before and, after her assurances that

she would understand, he showed her copies of the newspaper reports relating to the missing child.

He went on to tell her about his conversations with Tom and wee Jimmy, then on to describe his visit

to the ex-landlady, Mrs Conway, in the care home.

Why would Mrs Conways replyto your question about the cutlass? If you have the cutlass

then you need no more help from me. The statement doesnt seem to make sense; on the face of it,

it sounds rather an odd answer.

John agreed What can a cutlass further tell us?

Although it was unsaid between them were they both searching for answers that were not

readily forthcoming.

The posing question, If you have the cutlass then you need no help from me. Kept

reoccurring in both their thoughts. Whatever did it mean?

The cutlass. His wife asked him. Where did you say you got it from?

I dug it up from the flower bed beneath the oak tree in the middle of the car park.

And who put it there? another pointed question.

Slowly his Eileens questions were beginning to make sense. Well now you come to think of

it if Elizabeth already knew about the cutlass then probably then her husband Daniel Conway hid it, I

suppose

And why would he bury it? You said it was quite valuable probably worth a few hundred

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Yeah! Thats right. Why bury something worth money like that? When I dug it up I assumed

it had been buried quite some time. But that still does not explain what the significance of the

cutlass is.

No, but what if there was something else buried underneath the cutlass and because it was

on top you dug no further.

Eileen! Youd make a great detective. I see where youre coming from. If there is somethingelse then its still buried there!

Well we cannot search for whatever it is now weve got a pub toopen and its nearly six o

clock opening time.

All that evening, whether they were serving customers, washing glasses or just creating

conversation to standing bar customers, they were thinking of the coming morning when they could

search further.

Are you sure we doing the right thing John? It was eight O clock in the morning and Eileen

was asking her husband who was busy digging into the Oak tree Flower bed.

Do you want me to stop searching? was his facetious reply. John hadnt meant to be

flippant but he was just as nervous as his wife was when she had asked her thoughtless question.

Sorry dear I didnt mean to be negative its just that Im on edge at what we may find. Idont want to open a can ofworms and then wish I hadnt.

No need to apologise to me my love we are both as tensed up as each other. It was a

pointless remark of mine. We both understand that we have a need to find whatever there is down

there.

If anything at all. Eileen replied. John nodded in agreement.

There is something down here. Digging further John had unearthed a round glass

preservative glass jar. The type that had a wire snap on sealing lid. The jar was caked in damp earth

and although there was something inside, it was hard to see exactly what. John carried on digging

deeper making sure nothing further had been secreted.

Satisfied there wasnt, John said as he handed the jar to his wife. Youtake it inside and

wash it down while l fill the hole in and tidy things up.The outside of the preservative jar was easily cleaned under an outside running tap and as it

was watertight and the mud was washed of it became apparent that inside was a folded brown

paper envelope.

The envelope contained two typewritten sheets of paper with a Daniel Conways

handwritten signature at the bottom.

The sheets read:

I have done a terrible thing and I need to confess.

This is a story that I could not tell the police or my wife at the time. I am so ashamed that I now

have a very urgent need to write it all down.

You may or may not be aware of the occurrences surrounding so I will try to explain my actionsfrom the beginning.

My wife Elizabeth and I are tenants of the Blue Bell Inn. We have a twenty year old son called

Steven. From birth his brain had been damaged by Cerebral Palsy and despite the many

examinations and treatments he received, the doctors told us that he could not be cured. As he

grew older and stronger he became more physically uncontrollable. Medical advice suggested that

he wouldnt live beyond the age of twenty one and that he should be admitted to a secure hospice

unit. My wife would hear none of it stating that he should have his last days living with us. We

decided to transform the attic rooms of the pub to accommodate a secure safe environment for

him.

Steven was allowed into our rooms when either one of us was there but he was confined to his

own upper room whilst we were working in the bar. In all our dealing with our son we werealways aware that he could have a brain haemorrhage that at any time could prove fatal.


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To all our friends and acquaintances we told them that our son had been placed in a permanent

sanatorium in Ashington. Both Elizabeth and I spent as much time with our son as possible, he

wanted for nothing in love or home comforts; my wife made sure of that. The door that led from

our rooms up to the attic was always locked. On June the 18th

1991 one of us must have left the

attic door unlocked and unbeknown to us Steven escaped. To cut a long story short he abducted a

young girl and took her up to his room in the attic. We never suspected our son was involved withthe abduction.

It is too hard even now to think about and write down what he did to the girl but suffice to say he

strangled her and hid her body beneath his bed.

Throughout the following week whenever we went into his rooms there was nothing to suggest

that anything untoward had happened.

As I have said, the young girl had been reported as missing and a massive search was made for

her. My wife and I had been interviewed by the Police but we in all honesty could tell them

nothing

Also at that time two others girls had earlier been abducted in Berwick and the police believed the

kidnappings were connected. I must stress that we did not, at the time, connect the girlsdisappearance with our son.

Coincidently two days after the village abduction a further girl was taken in Newcastle, police

arrested and questioned a man for the combined offences; he later committed suicide whilst still

in jail.

We and all the villagers breathed a sigh of relief but that was not the end of it for us.

I am a collector of antique swords and naval memorabilia and I had reason to believe my son had

taken one from its case. I went into his rooms and asked him about it but he denied taking it. I was

still suspicious that he was not telling me the truth. I began to make a search his room and as I

kneeling down to look under his bed. I saw, what I now know to be, the body of a young person. I

was appalled at what I found and began shouting and asking what he had done... I admit I lost my

temper with him. Steven then became very angry and aggressive towards me. He pulled out theold naval cutlass that he had been hiding under his bed sheets and began attacking me. I sustained

a superficial slash to my forearm. As he was raising the cutlass above his head to deliver a further

downward blow Steven suddenly dropped the cutlass and clasped his hands to the side of his head

in obvious pain; then he went limp and fell to the floor. It appeared to me as if he had had the

medically forecasted brain haemorrhage.

I took his pulse and checked his breathing but there was none apparent, he had obviously died

naturally. I briefly considered beginning heart massage then artificial reparation but thinking

about what he had done to the little girl beneath the bed to my chagrin I did not.

Looking under the bed I found a young girl who was probably the one that had earlier gone

missing. There was no way I could tell my wife about the injuries to her body she idolised our son.

I had now a dilemma I had two bodies on my hands.I had to make a decision. I now know how rash my choice was. If I could change it now I would.

I couldnt tell my wife that her beloved son was a murdering paedophile, because in the cold l ight

of day thats exactly what he was.

Before going downstairs to my wife I made decisions which I have now later regretted.

I have only told her part of the story. How our son had attacked me with the cutlass, which was

true and in his exertions he had died naturally which was also true. I had decided not to tell her

about the body beneath the bed she would certainly not be able to handle the fact that her son

was capable of abduction, murder and..

We called the ambulance service and the paramedics came and took our son away, before that of

course I had made sure that the other body had been properly concealed.

It is now over two weeks since it all happened and I have buried the young girlsbody where noone will find it?


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I now have to decide what to do:

Do I tell my wife what I have done?

Confess to the Police?

May God forgive me?

I expect no forgiveness for what I have done other than anyone reading this hopefully may begin

to understand my actions.

George Conway 4/July/1991

Wow! John exclaimed.

Eileen was nodding her head thinking about what she had read. It certainly explains the

childs crying noises the funny dreams Ive been having and the cutlass falling from the wall.

John couldnt agree, his logical mind was telling him that there was a logical explanation to

the past events. Well I wouldnt go so far as that, I didnt hear any noises and the cutlass didnt fall

from the wall only the inside of its case and that was only coincidental.

What do we do now? Eileen asked.Im just about to call the police and tell them all we know and then hand over this written

confession, let them deal with it now.

What about the little girls body,how did Daniel dispose of it?

I think I can answer that one.

Where?

Where abouts in this pub do you not like going?

The End

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