Ghost Writer

by Exterminatedaffodils123

Pease Pottage, 1924. The Doctor has given Mel a holiday in the past; a few weeks among her ancestors whilst he sees to other business. Tea, crumpets, long summer walks and relaxing. Except it's never that simple, is it? Please R R

1. Prologue

'What's past is prologue.'

Dramatis Personae:

The Doctor, a traveller in time and space.

Mel, his companion.

Arthur, the manager of a boarding house.

Alice, his niece.

Maisy, a fellow guest.

Oakley, an elusive Professor.

The Ghost, their enemy.

There was a flash of darkness.

It rippled through the air, sending tendrils of light and black cracking amongst the silence. The ground itself tremored in response, quaking in fear of the events to come. The blinding inferno built up, each wave shattering into more and more collections of noise and dark.

A screeching sounded, as if the world was crying out, a futile attempt at raging one last rage before the end of times came. It deafened the area, a cacophony of bizarre and alien cackling with as much meaning to it as light does to darkness.

The sight grew stronger and stronger, the darkness and light flickering faster and faster, as the roars slowly grew louder and quieter, louder and quieter, each peak higher than the last. Each beat and flash could feel themselves pushing each other further and further, closer and closer towards the inevitable climax.

It was all no more than a blur, an overwhelming tsunami that brought the drowning nonsense together and apart once more in a tempestuous blaze of glory.

And then it was over.