Regular

thewayfar3rs:

Stanley Brewster has been the mailman in Beguile for almost twenty years. Rain, hail or shine Stanley always ensures the citizens of Beguile receive their mail on time.

The post office is manned by Gertrude Dalton. A spinster, Gertrude holds the fort until Stanley’s return in the afternoon.

It isn’t until the post office closes at four in the afternoon that Stanley and Gertrude are able to work on their favourite project, the Dead Letters. Stored in a bright red box the Dead Letters arrive mysteriously at all hours. They have no stamp and are always hand written on exquisite stationery. They are all sent care of the Beguile Post Office, with no name and with no return address.

The first letter had arrived over 5 years ago. It was perplexing at first and without knowing what to do with the strange letter Stanley and Gertrude had placed it in a red box. As the number of mysterious letters grew, the urgency to do something about them became tantamount.

After several sleepless nights Gertrude had decided it was time to open them. The letters are all from the same man, a Lieutenant Donald Abraham and are written to the Lieutenant’s “Darling”.

The letters are all very personal and tell of the adventures and longings of Lieutenant Donald Abraham.

Stanley and Gertrude enjoy working together late into the evening reading and re-reading the letters. In fact they have created a journal with a timeline and information about the Lieutenant and his so called “Darling” in an attempt to discover who she may in fact be.

The strange thing is that Stan and Gertrude discovered Lieutenant Donald Abraham died in a battle in December 1894 but still the dead letters come.

Regular

thewayfar3rs:

Stanley Brewster has been the mailman in Beguile for almost twenty years. Rain, hail or shine Stanley always ensures the citizens of Beguile receive their mail on time.

The post office is manned by Gertrude Dalton. A spinster, Gertrude holds the fort until Stanley’s return in the afternoon.

It isn’t until the post office closes at four in the afternoon that Stanley and Gertrude are able to work on their favourite project, the Dead Letters. Stored in a bright red box the Dead Letters arrive mysteriously at all hours. They have no stamp and are always hand written on exquisite stationery. They are all sent care of the Beguile Post Office, with no name and with no return address.

The first letter had arrived over 5 years ago. It was perplexing at first and without knowing what to do with the strange letter Stanley and Gertrude had placed it in a red box. As the number of mysterious letters grew, the urgency to do something about them became tantamount.

After several sleepless nights Gertrude had decided it was time to open them. The letters are all from the same man, a Lieutenant Donald Abraham and are written to the Lieutenant’s “Darling”.

The letters are all very personal and tell of the adventures and longings of Lieutenant Donald Abraham.

Stanley and Gertrude enjoy working together late into the evening reading and re-reading the letters. In fact they have created a journal with a timeline and information about the Lieutenant and his so called “Darling” in an attempt to discover who she may in fact be.

The strange thing is that Stan and Gertrude discovered Lieutenant Donald Abraham died in a battle in December 1894 but still the dead letters come.

Regular

thewayfar3rs:

Bungalow 9

Along Lake Brock just before it spills into the sea there are a collection of brightly coloured holiday bungalows. Built a few decades earlier, they remain a popular place for holiday makers. The nine bungalows have been placed with care right on the shores of the lake much to the delight of anyone that rents one.

Identical in layout and decor they are equally sought out, that’s all but bungalow number 9. Even in summer, the most popular holiday season, when accomodation in Beguile, especially along the water ways is at a premium, bungalow number 9 is always empty.

Many have no idea as to why they refuse the bungalow and decide to holiday somewhere else if all the holiday accomodation is full. Older members of Beguile know why though.

The holiday accomodation known by its collective name of the Rivers Rest was built by Janey and Wilbur Duff. Long time residents of Beguile they had bought to fruition their dream of building a place that families could enjoy on the shores of Lake Brock. The first few years saw the Rivers Rest filled with holiday makers enjoying the sun and water and the simple but comfortable accomodation. Popular with seniors and children alike the colourful little bungalows were booked all year round.

In the fifth year of the Rivers Rest Janey, a beloved host, was said to have left to help an elderly relative in a neighbouring town. Wilbur gallantly kept the bungalows open and did his best to accomodate those holidaying by Lake Brock. The year that Janey was absent was one of the hottest the locals could remember and Lake Brock was a popular destination for those wanting to cool down. People staying in Rivers Rest started to complain to Wilbur about an unpleasant odour. Always a thoughtful and accommodating host, he assured them that it was a tidal quirk from the lake and that the hotter summer days were to blame. Though it was bad some relief was give by the stiff sea breeze that came in from the coast.

After about two weeks though, as the stench increased guests started to leave Rivers Rest. One family that decided to stay had two teenage boys who were inquisitive and decided to trace the source of the reeking odour. It bought them to bungalow 9. The curtains were drawn but the locks were flimsy and the two troublesome boys decided to break in to the deserted bungalow. They jimmied the door and were greeted by a nauseating stench the source of which revealed itself as their eyes adjusted to the darkened room.

Janey hadn’t made it out of town, in fact she sat, propped up in a chair in the corner of a room, her suitcase places neatly on the floor beside her.

When finally questioned Wilbur explained that the “woman in the water” had taken a dislike to Janey and had insisted he do something about her. He didn’t have the heart to bury her in the ground and Janey had always had a soft spot for Bungalow 9.

No further explanation was ever given about a woman in the water and Wilbur spent the rest of his life in psychiatric care during which time he liked to regale his fellow inmates with tales of the mysterious woman who stepped from the depths of the lake one winters day.

Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!