As usual the characters don't belong to me. It'd be nice to get reviews to know what you think about my story!
This story is a repost, I transferred it from my old account (mimoji) that I can't access anymore, and worked on it a bit.
Ignis Fatuus is the latin word for fen fire or will o' the wisp!
IGNIS FATUUS
Fox Mulder's office, July 25th, 1999
Mulder had just finished filling Scully in on their new case. He looked at her awaiting her verdict. When she didn't say anything he asked: "Doesn't it sound to you like the perfect X file? Scully, it's an ancient phenomenon so there must be some truth to it and we have the chance to solve it!" He sounded very enthusiastic.
"Mulder, as far as I'm concerned it could also be lights put out by people, you know, human beings, to rob the visitors of the moor. And to make it look supernatural they also let some animals disappear," Scully sighed. Usually when Mulder had taken an interest there was not much she could do.
"Oh, Scully," he looked at her with his puppy eyes. "You're breaking my heart. Sometimes I get the feeling you just deny paranormal existence to spite me." Scully rolled her eyes. She was about to retort when the phone rang.
"Mulder," he answered it. "Yes, Scully and I are looking forward to the case."
Scully opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out.
"When?... Okay, we'll be ready, Sir." Mulder put down the phone and grinned at his partner.
"It was Skinner. We are to leave in three hours," he couldn't stop grinning.
"Mulder, you're impossible," Scully surrendered.
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Dartmoor, England, July 26th, 1999
Mulder and Scully met in front of their hotel rooms to have breakfast together. Afterwards they would meet up with Inspector Hayes of the local police, who would fill them in on the latest news about the case.
They sat in his office, listening to his words.
"To sum it up, in the last three weeks six people have disappeared. Two local and four tourists. Also two dogs and a cat are awol. One local managed to escape and he's still in hospital for treatment. Further almost all the wildlife left has left the moor. Is that correct?" Mulder asked the officer.
"Pretty much so," Hayes replied. "Something like that has happened here before, last time it was at the end of last century, in 1897 to be exact. Four locals and two sheep, three dogs and a cow disappeared without a trace in the moor. But there have been records about the phenomenon that date back to 1473."
"Now, who's the man who has been able to escape?" Scully chimed in.
"Jarryd Spencer, 17, he's currently in our town hospital. He suffered cuts and bruises that look like they could be from an animal attack, but we have no idea what kind of animal could have done it. And... he claims it was no animal."
Mulder gave Scully one of his I-told-you-so looks. Scully failed horribly trying not to look annoyed.
"Can we talk to Jarryd Spencer?" Mulder addressed Hayes.
"I think so," was the answer.
To be continued...
AN: This story is complete and will be updated regularly. Reviews make my day.