were written by Mol Smith to friends and associates during the week October
15th 1999 to October 22nd 1999.They form a 'field-record' of events which
took place near Chelsham, on the Surrey, Kent, borders - England. Not all
were received. I have indicated those emails written, and found on the
recovered lap-top, which Mol was unable to send due to exhausted power
he mentions digital 'stills' or 'video', I have linked to these from the
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Day 6 (Retrieved)
October 20th 1999
Day 6 - Wednesday - October 20th
1999 - 9.00 am
Mercifully, we have had a quiet night. There was a storm. At first
I had thought
the sudden sway of the trees and the rush of air heralded more chaos...
but it was just
Vanessa has improved. She is bruised but has no recollection of the
I have told her very little - what can I say to her?
Larry did not come back. Now I have slept, a touch of optimism is
he too, rested at the pub or - confused in the darkness -
waited in the forest until daylight
before going on. The storm has cleared the mist and the wood seems
tranquil and friendly.
I am more confident Larry will be back this morning. Vanessa has
gone down to the stream
to wash herself. I have told her a lie. I said the camp was over-run
with horses, and in the
panic, we had run and she had fallen. She keeps asking where
Larry is. I told her he
had gone to fetch fresh supplies and will be back later. I suspect
she doesn't quite believe
me. I hate to lie, but to worry her further with astounding and
terrifying truth would do little
good for her or our situation.
While she is gone, I must write some more about this place and its
There was a woman - quite beautiful by all accounts - but one who
was to suffer a lonely
and tragic life. She was born, the daughter of Thomas Blakelocke
- the proprietor of
The White Bear Inn, not far from the village of Chelsham, in 1597
The book of Larry's, I hold now in my hand as I tap, tap, tap,
away on this faithful
lap-top, records that in 1615, the Inn was almost completely destroyed
by fire -
an accident according to the local Judge at subsequent proceedings,
but one which
changed the fortunes of Sarah Blakelocke: her parents were killed
in the fire.
Sarah escaped - but not without harm: she emerged from the
Inn - blind in both eyes! Physicians of the day could find no damage
eyes or her body as a result of the fire and no cause for her blindness.
I guess today we would surmise her sudden blindness was caused by
but the ignorance of people during this period was at its highest.
amongst the locals, inflamed by country-wide 'witch-hunts',
grew - until it was rumoured that her blindness was caused because
she had seen the devil within the raging fire - that the Devil had
fallen for her beauty so much - that he'd spared her
from the flames but blinded her "... so that she might more appreciate
his work and come to love the darkness."
The Inn was repaired and sold. Her parents had many debts and she
with only a moderate sum. It seems she remained alone and isolated
thereafter, for many years, in a small cottage several miles from
The fact that her cottage lay on the road where many 'inebriated'
pass at night, probably helped her little with the weary and
women-folk - and their developing resentment for the 'imagined'
their husbands, whenever they tarried too long at the Inn.
Over the years, Sarah's few visitors were from the clergy in attendance
St. Mary's Church, and a local doctor, a close friend of her deceased
The book goes on to mention that she had an uneasy peace of sorts,
to read Latin by touch of the written word upon the page...",
through help and guidance of the good Doctor.
Vanessa has just come back to the tent. She is extremely distressed...
I must go!
Day 6 - Wednesday - October 20th
1999 - 11.00 am
A tough two hours. Vanessa had a very big reason for being
so upset -
several, in fact: she was covered with leeches from the stream.
I find this
odd. They are medicinal leeches - which to my knowledge - are only
'farmed' in secret locations in the New Forest. Odder still that
were apparent all week in our previous 'bathing' visits to the stream.
It is - I suspect - connected to the incident at the bank last night,
I am now convinced that extraordinary forces are at work in this
I have removed five leeches from her. There is no lasting damage
they disgorged of their own accord once they had filled with blood.
reacted well under the circumstances. She has gone to collect her
left in panic at the stream.
The weather is starting to turn cold and bleak again. When Vanessa
we are leaving. Larry has still not appeared and I fear if we don't
now, we will miss a chance to be out of the woods while the weather
holds out and the mists gone.
I will try and tap, tap, tap quickly and finish passing you the data
from Larry's books. I think they are quite rare so it may be difficult
find this information in other historic records; much of it,
the author, has been suppressed!
In 1640, one of the local village men - Jack Higgins, dropped dead
due to heart failure). The problem was he decided to do it on his
from The White Bear, where late one night... probably full of drink
suddenly confronted with pains in his chest, he collapsed and died
gate of Sarah's cottage.
To cut a long story short, the distressed wife of Mr. Higgins,
all on Sarah... accusing her of a long running affair with her husband
I think, a fairer observation might be that poor Jack had
a life-long love-affair
with booze). Mrs Higgins, not content with this, also accused Sarah
of killing him
by "...snaring his heart and stilling it!"
The cries of 'witch' sounded loudly at the funeral of Jack Higgins...
still at the 'wake' in The White Lion Inn on October 22nd 1640.
A unruly bunch of
men and women - fuelled on ale, mead, and cider - that night came
path at midnight to Sarah's cottage intent on murder.
What a noise they must have made coming down that quiet lane.
Sarah heard them a good way off and fled the cottage towards
the woods - the one place where she knew the villagers, now in excited
dare not follow.
Vanessa is back. We are leaving this evil place at last...
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