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The Apparition Of Sir Magnus Highcliff.

By Tooma
ONE FROM MO.

"When Nancy, the upstairs maid, first told the new governess, Harriet, about the strange goings-on in the west tower staircase at nightime, Harriet scoffed at the ludicrous tale. That was until poor Harriet had occasion to be on that very staircase, late at night, as the rest of the household slept. She soon learned that Nancy was not lying about the horrifying apparition of Sir Magnus Highcliff that descends the staircase, to point a eerie finger towards those who turn to see who is coming down the stairs behind them, his heavy boots thudding down each step.

So, if you happen to find yourself in Highcliff Manor, late at night, and you have to leave the relative safety of your bedroom to come downstairs for any reason - Do not use the west tower staircase.....but if you do and you hear the sound of riding boots, thump...thump....thumping behind you....do not turn around."


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5 Aug 2019 1:03AM
Great image

Jan

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taggart Plus
15 47 13 United States
5 Aug 2019 1:23AM
Mo has the greatest imaginations!
taggart Plus
15 47 13 United States
5 Aug 2019 1:24AM
WE had a ghost in our attic---so they told us----

She disappeared when we replaced the roof---- I think she fell overboard and ran away---
Chinga Plus
9 3 1 United Kingdom
5 Aug 2019 2:08AM
How scary is that !!
Isabel GrinGrinGrin
bluesandtwos 10 409 1 England
5 Aug 2019 9:38AM
The tale goes that Sir Magnus Highcliff was, in his day, a leading light in the up and coming profession of the manufacture of the glass replacement eye.
He would spend many hours, some say days, locked away in his workshop atop the west tower where he could invent and construct the most amazing glass eyes, away from the constant attention of Lady Magnus Highcliff, a lady of high standards and even higher libido. After all a man on a mission should not, and cannot, be distracted from his work and Sir Magnus Highcliff had discovered that by the time the good (and all too often bad) Lady Magnus Highcliff had climbed the many stairs intent on demanding he should perform his husbandly duties ( surely twice a year is sufficient for all but the most lower animal forms) she was too exhausted to demand anything except water and a quick wiff of gas from Sir Magnus Highcliffs oxygen bottle he used in the manufacture of his Acme, Realistically Blinking, bespoke replacement glass eye.
The story goes that on one dark night, as the ancient grandfather clock struck twelve, he hit gold. At long last, after many failed attempts, he had perfected the perfect, large dazzling blue, absolutely flawless glass eyes, as he held them up to the moonlit window to gaze at the culmination of a lifetimes work Lady Magnus Highcliff smashed through the window, having reached the end of her tether, both metaphorically and literally. She had instructed a ladder to be affixed to the top of the tower, and naked, bar safety boots and her grandmothers pith helmet, had abseiled off the roof where she had been waiting for the full moon to reach its peak, attired thus she assumed she would, with the moonlight behind her, and the element of surprise, be irresistible to her errant husband.
Sadly all did not go as well as she planned, Sir Magnus Highcliff , dropped both glass eyes as he recoiled in abstract terror, himself slipping backwards on one and the lustful Lady Magnus Highcliff slipping forward on the other, his anguished cry being drowned by the the squawk of a lust seldom satisfied, that could be heard several miles away causing the simple folk of the nearest village to seek sanctuary from the assumed Banshees, in their church ( every cloud etc, the vicar using the profits from a rapidly swollen donation plate, bought three bottles of communion wine, repaired the font and enjoyed the comforts of the nunnery usually reserved only for visiting bishops).
Exhausted and terrified, clothes shredded by his over excited wife and wearing just his boots, Sir Magnus Highcliff fled down the spiral staircase, out the door, across the garden and into the lake, where he thankfully perished.
Since those times whenever a lady sporting large, beautiful blue eyes, enters Highcliff Manor, the spirit of Sir Magnus Highcliff returns to claim the eyes he suspects must be his own inventions.

So run Mo, run!!! GrinGrinGrin

A most excellent image once again, a beautiful write up ( Itself award worthy), and of coures...those eyes! Smile

Hope you both have a great day.

Dave cell 3
mac Plus
18 3 Scotland
5 Aug 2019 10:41AM
All I can say is "that I like it". A lot of imagination has gone into the final result and the notes is also a great explanation of the event. Ever thought of writing a novel Mo?
Ian
5 Aug 2019 11:13AM
Now then, don't concern yourself too much the ramblings of poor old Dave (or Bertie as we must now call him) in Cell 3. He's had the most frightful time of it, what with the warm nights, the still fetid air and the creeping realisation of impending doom as he struggles late into the night to make sense of the arcane mysteries of the back-stop.

Of course, in the old days all he had to do was to call on the services of Jeeves and order would be soothingly restored. However, since that most peerless of personal valets took himself off on a much deserved sabbatical (the purpose of which was to induce nervous disorders in every Corby Trouser Press he could find) poor Bertie has had a torrid time of things. He has frequent and disturbing nightmares involving Great Aunt Agatha (aka Lady Magnus Highcliff), Lady Bracknell, a large tub of butter and a webcam cunningly disguised as a glass eye. He deals with these night terrors as best he can by smearing the glass eye with the butter and shouting out, "How's that for a camera obscured?!" Then in a screaming falsetto which curdles the blood (and the milk) he cries out "In a haaaaaaandbag" as he mimics the action of extracting a knob of butter from the handbag (you may make of that what you will). Finally, upon being confronted by the baleful stare of Great Aunt Agatha (aka Lady Magnus Highcliff) he is reminded of her infamous libido and bellows "I never could abide open air swimming pools!!!"

We do what we can for him and are very grateful to the inestimable Morag whose very fine image affords us all an opportunity for much needed reflection and compassion.

I shall of course keep you updated and if I have any more newts I'll let you know. Yours, Gussy Finknottle. (Cell 2) SmileSmileSmile
5 Aug 2019 11:20AM
Sorry - just seen Ian's comment - and I agree ..... as well you know! Perhaps that illustrated story book for children (which will of course be read and enjoyed even more by adults!) might be a place to start. You have it all; foxes, mice, endless scenic views of glorious landscapes - boats (very fond of the boat images) .........
Honestly, if I drop any more hints on this I'll end up with psychological hernia!
Bless you both, Cyril. SmileSmileSmile
PhilT2 Plus
9 513 29 England
5 Aug 2019 11:36AM
Great story, great acting and brings out the creative literary skills of the members who are that way inclined (or on serious medication Wink).
I cannot add any words being a simple soul, so I will content myself by giving my award.
Tooma Plus
3 1.9k 2 Scotland
5 Aug 2019 12:44PM
How uncanny that you should mention the whiff of gas. It completely escaped my usually astounding memory that this is yet another signal that the old rapscallion, Sir Magnus, is on the prowl. An aroma always accompanies his manifestations....a fetid reek, said to bring to mind rotten eggs, burned cabbage and a lingering pong of pear drops (of which Sir Magnus was most fond. His hand was forever in his plus-fours pocket grasping for a hard boiling).

Also, you are absolutely correct about Highcliff Loch being utterly perishing. It is well known in those chilly parts that you must never set foot in the Loch without first donning the patented, locally designed swimming costume. It is a gorgeous garment - the John Thomas Shrivelshrank Tweed Effect Aluminium Lined Extra Padded Crotch Embellished Swimming Suit, With Reinforced Shoulder Pads and Knee Cuffs. An absolute bargain at 475.22 for one, or two for 50.

Well, do with that sage advice what you will. I'm off to buy a quarter of pear drops. All this reminiscing has made me misty eyed and left me with a ferocious craving for Sir Magnus' choice of sucker.



Quote:The tale goes that Sir Magnus Highcliff was, in his day, a leading light in the up and coming profession of the manufacture of the glass replacement eye.
He would spend many hours, some say days, locked away in his workshop atop the west tower where he could invent and construct the most amazing glass eyes, away from the constant attention of Lady Magnus Highcliff, a lady of high standards and even higher libido. After all a man on a mission should not, and cannot, be distracted from his work and Sir Magnus Highcliff had discovered that by the time the good (and all too often bad) Lady Magnus Highcliff had climbed the many stairs intent on demanding he should perform his husbandly duties ( surely twice a year is sufficient for all but the most lower animal forms) she was too exhausted to demand anything except water and a quick wiff of gas from Sir Magnus Highcliffs oxygen bottle he used in the manufacture of his Acme, Realistically Blinking, bespoke replacement glass eye.
The story goes that on one dark night, as the ancient grandfather clock struck twelve, he hit gold. At long last, after many failed attempts, he had perfected the perfect, large dazzling blue, absolutely flawless glass eyes, as he held them up to the moonlit window to gaze at the culmination of a lifetimes work Lady Magnus Highcliff smashed through the window, having reached the end of her tether, both metaphorically and literally. She had instructed a ladder to be affixed to the top of the tower, and naked, bar safety boots and her grandmothers pith helmet, had abseiled off the roof where she had been waiting for the full moon to reach its peak, attired thus she assumed she would, with the moonlight behind her, and the element of surprise, be irresistible to her errant husband.
Sadly all did not go as well as she planned, Sir Magnus Highcliff , dropped both glass eyes as he recoiled in abstract terror, himself slipping backwards on one and the lustful Lady Magnus Highcliff slipping forward on the other, his anguished cry being drowned by the the squawk of a lust seldom satisfied, that could be heard several miles away causing the simple folk of the nearest village to seek sanctuary from the assumed Banshees, in their church ( every cloud etc, the vicar using the profits from a rapidly swollen donation plate, bought three bottles of communion wine, repaired the font and enjoyed the comforts of the nunnery usually reserved only for visiting bishops).
Exhausted and terrified, clothes shredded by his over excited wife and wearing just his boots, Sir Magnus Highcliff fled down the spiral staircase, out the door, across the garden and into the lake, where he thankfully perished.
Since those times whenever a lady sporting large, beautiful blue eyes, enters Highcliff Manor, the spirit of Sir Magnus Highcliff returns to claim the eyes he suspects must be his own inventions.

So run Mo, run!!! GrinGrinGrin

A most excellent image once again, a beautiful write up ( Itself award worthy), and of coures...those eyes! Smile

Hope you both have a great day.

Dave cell 3

Tooma Plus
3 1.9k 2 Scotland
5 Aug 2019 12:58PM
Good Gravy! I am reeling on my sensible sandals at your revelations. Let me just say that from personal experience alone, it is an absolute disaster waiting to happen to attempt to keep butter in your handbag! I am boaking, and sobbing, at the very remembrance of my dreadful mistake.

I am far too distressed to go into detail but suffice it to say, the vet was furious with me, and that my darling pet hamster, Cyprian De-Beaujolais, now lies in eternal rest in the beautiful and picturesque Gardens of Pet Peace and Tranquility, just behind Taxwell's Steel Works and Tannery.



Quote:Now then, don't concern yourself too much the ramblings of poor old Dave (or Bertie as we must now call him) in Cell 3. He's had the most frightful time of it, what with the warm nights, the still fetid air and the creeping realisation of impending doom as he struggles late into the night to make sense of the arcane mysteries of the back-stop.

Of course, in the old days all he had to do was to call on the services of Jeeves and order would be soothingly restored. However, since that most peerless of personal valets took himself off on a much deserved sabbatical (the purpose of which was to induce nervous disorders in every Corby Trouser Press he could find) poor Bertie has had a torrid time of things. He has frequent and disturbing nightmares involving Great Aunt Agatha (aka Lady Magnus Highcliff), Lady Bracknell, a large tub of butter and a webcam cunningly disguised as a glass eye. He deals with these night terrors as best he can by smearing the glass eye with the butter and shouting out, "How's that for a camera obscured?!" Then in a screaming falsetto which curdles the blood (and the milk) he cries out "In a haaaaaaandbag" as he mimics the action of extracting a knob of butter from the handbag (you may make of that what you will). Finally, upon being confronted by the baleful stare of Great Aunt Agatha (aka Lady Magnus Highcliff) he is reminded of her infamous libido and bellows "I never could abide open air swimming pools!!!"

We do what we can for him and are very grateful to the inestimable Morag whose very fine image affords us all an opportunity for much needed reflection and compassion.

I shall of course keep you updated and if I have any more newts I'll let you know. Yours, Gussy Finknottle. (Cell 2) SmileSmileSmile

Medication Phil - definitely the medication !!! SmileSmileSmile WinkWinkWink
bluesandtwos 10 409 1 England
5 Aug 2019 4:06PM

Quote:Medication Phil - definitely the medication !!! SmileSmileSmile WinkWinkWink

Eye of newt and leg of lizard lightly boiled, just the ticket. (although the ticket for what, alas, I am in the dark)

And now I am back off to the Drones until that solver of all that ails the World but more importantly all that ails me, Jeeves returns.

Bertie.

Ps Will Cyril Joystick ever return???
5 Aug 2019 4:48PM
Another marvellously manipulated morsel from Mo, Tom!SmileSmile

RichardSmile
15 Aug 2019 8:52AM
Another for a book cover or movie title , terrific work Mo & Tom
Ian

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