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The Graveyard and Vampire Madness
only found out through a strange collection of circumstances an event of peculiar horror, which the Christian church did its utmost to keep secret. ST Mary’s church in Walthamstow, England, dates back to the time of William the Conqueror, and is a popular landmark within the east end conservation zone and this area, once considered “Kray country” where the gangsters were allowed to hold sway for so long, and this was the venue for a tragic set of circumstances, some thirty years ago. My initial interest was drawn by an old antique dealer friend who while getting ready very early one morning just after dawn, for an antique fair, happened to notice three senior churchmen in the ancient graveyard of the Norman Church of St Mary, just opposite, enrobed in all their finery, conducting what she said looked like a cleansing ritual, with lots of holy water, splashed on a particular grave, she knew no more except to add, one person was the Bishop, who although gossip said was quite ill, had still turned out, in the very early hours for what exactly? Suddenly my curiosity was awake. I questioned Brenda, a friend who did an early morning cleaning job, if she saw anything unusual as she went through the churchyard, and also the lady who opened up the local G Ps surgery, and a night worker who came that way home, but it was the local paper delivery boy, who drove a very hard bargain demanding two bounties, and a mars chocolate bar, for his information, as all gave pieces to the stories jigsaw. It had turned out, that the caretaker to the church and its attached primary school, discovered a tomb had been desecrated and the body in a ragged shroud, discarded nearby, with the head missing.
The head turned up later in the grounds of a local school jammed onto some railings with a “Woodbine” cigarette between the teeth. Once it became known that I was knowledgeable on these matters and was asking questions, the headmaster and the old church cannon, invited me along and pressed me for some sort of an explanation, without sharing with me any details they knew. I said the police must be informed as it was not as they assumed, a sick mindless prank, but something a lot more sinister. I also said the most expert man to bring in, as Dennis Wheatley, one of the wartime adviser on occult matters to Winston Churchill, had recently died, was the occult writer and broadcaster Eric Maple, both requests were flatly refused, as they said it had to be hushed up. Sometimes these seemingly random interferences with tombs and such like are a way of gaining rank in left hand path groupings. The usual church celebrations at Christmas kept everyone occupied, and then the awful news that the ex policeman who was now caretaker, had been acting out of his normal calm persona. This had caused some concern and the news that he had discharged himself from hospital with depression against doctors advice, and in a frenzy killed his wife before ending his own life in the school hall, was a terrible shock to us all. At Christmas mass we were all forbidden to discuss it, which angered some parishioners, who wanted an explanation as to some strange goings on, and the epidemic of deep depression that was affecting so many of the Church regulars. The connection between the two events, if there are any, will never be known without the clergy coming clean. The idea that parishioners were urged to tell their thoughts in the confessional to the clergy, but they would do no such thing in return, was some how unpalatable. People wanted answers. We
were told at Christmas, “if you do not like it, attend another church”,
and many started at St. Peters in the forest. Never the less, the deaths of a fine old couple is hard
enough.
But remember exhibition of any behaviour patterns out of the
ordinary, can be a sign of possession. |
