The Haunted Minister

ALBERT FIRTH’S JOURNAL, 24th January 1814

This is my first entry in this journal.

My name is Albert Firth and I am many things. A scholar. A journalist. A detective of sorts. You should probably best consider me as an interested party, for no matter my occuptation, my reason for writing this journal is to chronicle the emergence of a mysterious new threat to the empire.

The tale of the haunted minister began, as many unbelievable tales do, a legend. It was so long ago now that we only recieve fragments of the story; of the whole.

A corrupt and land-hungry Yorkshire council were lured out of their homes and out on the moors, by hand-delivered letters, illustrated in ink. Upon the letter was an invitation to dine with the devil at a table set underneath the moon. They each left their homes on seperate nights. They never returned. A highwayman they had hanged many years before was thought to blame. He was so called because he would leave drawings in a small wooden box in the homes of the widowed families of those corrupt bastards he had taken, out onto the Moors never to be seen again. 

An old Yorkshire engraving depicting The Scribble Spectre

An old Yorkshire engraving depicting The Scribble Spectre

Spook stories. Tales to tell your children when they begin the walk to school. ‘Don’t stray from the road or the scribble spectre will find you and drag you back down to hell with his mark branded onto your skull’. Grim thoughts indeed. But still only ghoulish tales for the superstitious, if I am not mistaken?

Yesterday a figure on a pale horse was seen riding from the home of the Prime Minister of England Lord Liverpool. The figure, witnesses believe, was cloaked from head to foot in raven black and seemed to have melted into the fog. A servant delivered a note presented to Lord Liverpool, and this correspondence must have been grave as the Prime Minister cancelled all of his appointments that day and never left his home. This is not out of the ordinary, it could have been any footman. When granted access to his physician, I was told that Liverpool was raving like a madman about the ‘phantom of the moors’ and on his chest there appeared a ‘brand or a sear-mark’ according to the physician’s report.

Taken ill yesterday

Lord Liverpool: Taken ill yesterday

I shall report more on these events and try to gather as much information on this when I can, however at this point I cannot reveal my motivations behind this investigation. The question remains, is the scribble spectre more than a myth and if so for what purpose is he writing to Ministers of the queen!

Albert Firth, 1814


2 Responses to “The Haunted Minister”

  1. Black Bess Says:

    It is possible these may be relevant to unfolding events?

    (sound extract one)

  2. I fear i may be responsible. The scribble spectre came to me in a vision upon my arrival in England. These visions have plagued me, trailing behind all my journeys, the images becoming manifest til sleeping, waking, dreams and reality compress to one existence. I do not know if the Scribble Spectre was born from my vision, or whether it simply rides in the constant shifting waves of the phenomenological. My boundaries are shifting lines of sand, washed constantly by the tides of hynopomp. Maybe even you are encased within my consciousness, this dialogue a soliloquising of forgotten thoughts spinning through my mind. Yet i must assume reality, reason and sanity or i shall be lost. I contact you simply to warn you. The Scribble Spectre shares a reality with me, we have spoken. Our world is one that would drag you from your own, never to escape.

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