Sarah Jane Smith Adventures

The Curse of the Black Knight

Part One

The sun shined down from the clear blue sky it was the start of a wonderful morning. The sun shined through a house window into the bedroom of a certain rookie journalist. Jane Montgomery found herself stirring in the bed as the sun glisten upon her face. She opened her eyes and rolled over in the bed. Looking over at the clock Jane sighed in disgust, it was only eight in the morning over here and she was still tired.

It's been a few months since her interview with a certain person and the story she wrote on it received wonderful reviews. Now here she was again this time in Ealing, the suburbs of London. She caught whiff of strange happenings at night in this small town. She read on the social media page that a supposed black knight roams the streets at night. Not able to let this go Jane found herself on a plane and long drive to Ealing to get to the bottom of this mystery.

As Jane sat on the side of the bed she yawned as she raised her arms in the air. She waits by the window at night with her binoculars for this supposed knight to appear and gets nothing but the unwelcoming songs of an owl. Jane began to think this was just another hoax but the owner of this bed and breakfast claim the tale to be real. What could she do she was stuck here for another week, and if things move as slow as last week she could pack it up and write about it being a hoax.

With another yawn Jane rose up from the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As she reached the bathroom door she was greeted with a smile from a young brown haired woman. It was Nancy Taylor one of the other occupants staying at the Knights Bed and Breakfast. Being polite Jane let Nancy enter the bathroom first and like before she took about two hours before the door opened again. The smiling brunette opened the door looking fresh and renewed but boy did the bathroom stink, Jane understood why Nancy rushed downstairs.

Holding her breath Jane walks into the smelly bathroom. After a good thirty minutes Jane emerge clean and so was the bathroom. Jane couldn't let others suffer the same stinky fate.

Jane went back to her room to get dressed, after a few moments she left the room in a pair of comfortable blue jeans with a black shirt and matching jacket. As she walked downstairs Jane sat down at the closest table and enjoyed a cup of coffee. She poured in some cream and added some sugar cubes. The owner of the Bed and Breakfast Lana Thomas walked over and sat down beside Jane. Lana pours the journalist another cup of coffee which Jane greatly appreciated.

"So are you off again to find truth to the legend?" Lana asked

"Yeah, I want to find something, while I know the tale is farfetched it would be amazing to see it." Jane said.

"Indeed, then it would prove I'm no fool." Lana replied.

It was Lana who told her about the black knight, she claimed that when she finished grocery shopping she was heading back here when she heard galloping. She looked out the window of her car and there was a black horse with red eyes and riding the steed was a person in black armor, the moment she blinked it was gone.

After she told her story Lana's popularity went down in the town, many see her as nothing but a crazy middle age woman. Because of it not many people stay at Knights Bed and Breakfast anymore but Lana still marches on getting enough guests to keep her business running.

Jane finished her second cup of coffee and headed out the door. Word passes around town about Jane's reason for being in Ealing, and while they already had one journalist living here having another might make things more difficult.

Jane decided to walk around town, yet she could always feel a pair of eyes watching wherever she went. From cafés to corner stores those eyes wouldn't go away, but Jane continued on with her investigation anyways.

After walking and talking to numerous townspeople Jane was still empty handed. She had no clues about this so called Knight and everyone she talked to claim the story was make believe.

Jane needed to take a break, walking over the town all day made her feet tired. She found herself sitting on a bench in a local park. Jane laid her head back and looked up at the clear sapphire colored sky watching the pearl white clouds.

"You're looking in the wrong place." A voice said.

Jane opened her eyes as the voice shook her back to reality.

"Where should I look then?" Jane asked.

"You don't start with the people you start with the place, always look where the story began that's usually where the clues lie." The voice answered.

Jane looked around and found herself alone on the bench, she didn't know whose voice that was but they were right, she knew where she had to go which meant more walking.

In the park lingering behind a few trees was a shadow figure. When Jane left the park it followed laughing to itself, it knew where they were going and it had something in store for the nosy journalist.

Noon quickly became evening as the sun disappeared into the red orange sky. In the grocery store parking lot retracing Lana's steps was Jane. She slipped her camera out of her bag to take a few pictures when something in the grass caught her attention; it was a small black leathery piece of cloth.

As she moved closer to the grass she took a picture of the cloth then picked it up and placed it in her purse. Her eyes then found a trail of the black cloth leading into the woods. Knowing this was most likely a trap she couldn't let this lead go. So with a deep breath Jane found herself following the trail deeper into the dark woods. Scared, Jane looked around noticing how the trees would stretch out to the sky blocking out what little light she had left.

Jane could feel her heart racing as beads of sweat trickled down her face. Her eyes widen in horror when she heard a galloping noise. Blinking away her tears Jane clutched her purse. As the air grew cold Jane turned around to find herself staring into the face of a red eyed black stallion. When her eyes traveled up to the saddle she backed up in fright, for there sitting in the saddle with is sword held high was none other than the old legend himself... the black knight.

"Uh oh…this isn't good." Jane said aloud.