Drag Me to Hell was the title of a book that I began to write <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it will never be published as I have abandoned it <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It lies in many parts in my bedroom cabinet <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that is where it will stay <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Much has happened since my previous essay on the 1934 Lights <\/p>\n\n\n\n
First of all I had a dreadful accident six years ago which nearly killed me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was hit by a speeding van in a country lane with the driver failing to stop <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And because of this I am confined to a wheelchair <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will never walk again and sadly will never be able to have children <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The people of Wroxham have been so wonderful to me that I often weep <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They are indeed God’s chosen children and in a way this was part of the problem<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our shop has been a constant in our lives as it has looked after us financially<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I now live downstairs as we adapted the considerable space we had <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again the lovely people of Wroxham were there to help us <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jan has come to terms that we will remain childless although she is sad<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I have not told her everything about that dreadful evening <\/p>\n\n\n\n
First of all the van that took away my mobility has never been identified <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was told by the police that it did not appear on either of the speed cameras <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That covered the lane at either end which is impossible <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the cameras recorded the farm vehicles that I remember <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Also after a great deal of searching I found Carol Ennis-Jones<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was living in St John’s Wood with her mother <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But that was that as my polite letters went unanswered <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was until one day about a month before my accident <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tall distinguished woman of about sixty years entered our shop<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was Jan’s Norwich Day so I was alone on a quiet afternoon <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first thing that struck me was her resemblance to Darius <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I enquired she noted that Darius was her brother <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although quite friendly her manner was abrupt <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She asked me why I had such an interest in the lights<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I noted that like Darius I was a local historian and had written some articles <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was then that she became cold and warned me to discontinue my researches<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No good would come of it and to revisit the subject would be upsetting <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lights she noted should remain hidden in history <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I untruthfully assured her that I would discontinue my investigations <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And with this she thawed and showed me a number of photographs <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of the shop and the airfield in the distance <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She also showed me a photograph of her mother <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which had been taken a few weeks previously <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This photograph took my breath away as her mother was an exact image <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of the woman standing in front of me even if she was approaching ninety <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tried to hide my surprise and said nothing <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman after buying some postcards left the shop <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even though I had promised to discontinue my researches <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I waited a couple of weeks before I decided to visit Darius <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who was enfeebled in a care home in Norwich <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And enfeebled he was as he did not recognise me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
How different he was to his sister who was full of life <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I then started to study the parish records <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And had nearly finished my investigations <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although again I had drawn a blank when my accident occurred <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You might ask why I gave my book such a strange title <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Drag me to Hell <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That is easy as I am haunted by these screaming skulls <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I see and hear them even on the brightest of days <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am dragged to Hell and I am dragged back <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which not only lacerates my skin but also my mind <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even when they are at their nosiest Jan cannot see or hear them <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am terrified of the nights as from my bed I can see<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The landing window which bears quiet witness to the terrors outside <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is never ending and I feel that I am on the verge of madness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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