A Matter of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 1) by Ichabod Temperance Page B
Authors: Ichabod Temperance
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managed to board our train, we are not out of danger, Mr. Temperance. I sense the approach of more horrors. I wish you to urge our fellow passengers to move ahead to the forward cars with all haste, even if you must do so at pistol-point.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I hate to brandish a weapon at you folks, but I am strongly urging y'all to vacate this car right this very instant!”
It is not difficult to get people to flee a well-armed, and manic man. That helps us, and I also believe that the frightened passengers of this train car may have a sense of the horrors that pursue us. I have never seen my fellow countrymen move faster.
After emptying the last train car, we follow our fellow passengers towards the next car forward. Turning, and with some effort, namely some very deliberate stomps and kicks, with his out-sized boots, my ever-resourceful friend unlocks the coupling mechanism between this penultimate car and the one recently vacated. The terrific speed of the creatures is chilling. Only I and my goggled defender can see the aberrations catch up to and board the now empty last carriage. Mr. Temperance’s efforts succeed in freeing us from the contamination that has managed to climb aboard. The trailing car slowly separates from our carriage. Several creatures make a headlong plunge after us, but we are just out of their suction pod encrusted, tentacled, grasp.
We are bound for Ipswich.
- - -
We arrive in the seaside community without further incident, but there is an overwhelming atmosphere of foreboding in this English Channel port. The instant we step onto the platform, and then out into the street, we feel a sense of panic. Even the atmosphere of this lively city is astir. There is a tangible taste of fear and confusion in the mood of Ipswich. She feels to be edgy and nervous. Her citizens stand together in small bands murmuring of the ‘Ghost’ assaults and possible sightings.
Excited newsboys hawk their papers full of attack accounts from around the country.
‘GHOST PLAGUE SWEEPS BRITAIN’
‘GHASTLY CORPSES APPEARING WITH
GREATER OCCURRENCE’
It is no longer considered a joke or source of amusement; rather, the public consider these phenomena some kind of supernatural plague.
Mr. Temperance hires a cab and strongly encourages the driver to hurry us to the docks.
Our plan was to go to France, but I feel as if the dynamic of the mission has changed, and that we are fleeing for our lives. It is not until this instant that my understanding has developed and I can see a larger picture. Can all of these supernatural events, the nation over, be solely designed to destroy... me? But why?
“Oh!” This pops from my mouth without prompting from my own conscience, for I suddenly have a dreadful sensation wash through me.
“They are here, Mr. Temperance!” I unequivocally inform my new friend.
The horrible sensation of an unclean horror is overwhelming. I suddenly feel as if this entire area is saturated with the presence of my enemies. The disturbing presence roils up out of the Earth itself.
How can there be such a great concentration of evil? There are so many sources of the terror materializing so quickly!
The horse of the Hansom we are in rears up. Screaming in terror, it is in a mad panic, just as every other animal in the city is suddenly going berserk.
I see a phosphorescent cloud bloom above the heads of a cluster of pedestrians! And now it is followed by another green miasmic cloudbloom in the streets before and behind us.
The panicked horse of our two-wheeled conveyance bolts in a mad panic. It does not take long for the poor creature to wreck the Hansom, wedging it against a building and post.
“Come on, Miss Plumtartt, we’re gonna make a run for it.”
Mr. Temperance takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the trapped cab and after him. He and I make a desperate dash for the city’s channel docks.
Mr. Temperance has engaged his goggles and scans for alien threat. There, is a
“Yes, Ma’am. I hate to brandish a weapon at you folks, but I am strongly urging y'all to vacate this car right this very instant!”
It is not difficult to get people to flee a well-armed, and manic man. That helps us, and I also believe that the frightened passengers of this train car may have a sense of the horrors that pursue us. I have never seen my fellow countrymen move faster.
After emptying the last train car, we follow our fellow passengers towards the next car forward. Turning, and with some effort, namely some very deliberate stomps and kicks, with his out-sized boots, my ever-resourceful friend unlocks the coupling mechanism between this penultimate car and the one recently vacated. The terrific speed of the creatures is chilling. Only I and my goggled defender can see the aberrations catch up to and board the now empty last carriage. Mr. Temperance’s efforts succeed in freeing us from the contamination that has managed to climb aboard. The trailing car slowly separates from our carriage. Several creatures make a headlong plunge after us, but we are just out of their suction pod encrusted, tentacled, grasp.
We are bound for Ipswich.
- - -
We arrive in the seaside community without further incident, but there is an overwhelming atmosphere of foreboding in this English Channel port. The instant we step onto the platform, and then out into the street, we feel a sense of panic. Even the atmosphere of this lively city is astir. There is a tangible taste of fear and confusion in the mood of Ipswich. She feels to be edgy and nervous. Her citizens stand together in small bands murmuring of the ‘Ghost’ assaults and possible sightings.
Excited newsboys hawk their papers full of attack accounts from around the country.
‘GHOST PLAGUE SWEEPS BRITAIN’
‘GHASTLY CORPSES APPEARING WITH
GREATER OCCURRENCE’
It is no longer considered a joke or source of amusement; rather, the public consider these phenomena some kind of supernatural plague.
Mr. Temperance hires a cab and strongly encourages the driver to hurry us to the docks.
Our plan was to go to France, but I feel as if the dynamic of the mission has changed, and that we are fleeing for our lives. It is not until this instant that my understanding has developed and I can see a larger picture. Can all of these supernatural events, the nation over, be solely designed to destroy... me? But why?
“Oh!” This pops from my mouth without prompting from my own conscience, for I suddenly have a dreadful sensation wash through me.
“They are here, Mr. Temperance!” I unequivocally inform my new friend.
The horrible sensation of an unclean horror is overwhelming. I suddenly feel as if this entire area is saturated with the presence of my enemies. The disturbing presence roils up out of the Earth itself.
How can there be such a great concentration of evil? There are so many sources of the terror materializing so quickly!
The horse of the Hansom we are in rears up. Screaming in terror, it is in a mad panic, just as every other animal in the city is suddenly going berserk.
I see a phosphorescent cloud bloom above the heads of a cluster of pedestrians! And now it is followed by another green miasmic cloudbloom in the streets before and behind us.
The panicked horse of our two-wheeled conveyance bolts in a mad panic. It does not take long for the poor creature to wreck the Hansom, wedging it against a building and post.
“Come on, Miss Plumtartt, we’re gonna make a run for it.”
Mr. Temperance takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the trapped cab and after him. He and I make a desperate dash for the city’s channel docks.
Mr. Temperance has engaged his goggles and scans for alien threat. There, is a
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