{"id":960,"date":"2018-02-22T18:00:53","date_gmt":"2018-02-22T18:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/?p=960"},"modified":"2022-10-26T12:25:32","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T12:25:32","slug":"ashes-to-ashes-part-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/ashes-to-ashes-part-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Ashes to Ashes part one"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Joe Stanley<\/span><\/p>\n

AS A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR, I’ve seen more than a fair share of strange things. In fact, the human animal is perhaps <\/span>the sole source of all that is odd and bizarre in this world… perhaps.<\/span><\/p>\n

One of my most puzzling cases began when an associate called me in for a consultation. A death had occurred, the details <\/span>of which were familiar, ghastly and disturbing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Neighbors had observed copious amounts of sooty smoke billowing from a house. Firefighters quickly arrived and entered <\/span>the home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though the smoke was thick, there was little damage, save to the remains of a body. It had been mostly reduced to ashes, <\/span>excepting a forearm and both lower legs. The blaze must have been terrific, judging by the damage to the body and the <\/span>scorching on nearby objects, but the fire itself seemed to have been limited to the corpse. Officially, the death was ruled <\/span>an accident, but explanations were notably lacking.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Spontaneous human combustion,” I explained to my associate, “is a rare phenomena. The current hypothesis is called <\/span>“wicking”. It’s believed that body fat acts much like lamp oil, feeding the burning clothing which acts as a wick. The body <\/span>is posited to be slowly consumed, much like a candle.”<\/span><\/p>\n

I was forced to concede the explanation was far from satisfactory. How such a process could reduce even the bones to <\/span>ash, a task that normally requires the special furnace of a crematorium, was the major challenge to the wick hypothesis.<\/span><\/p>\n

How the fire started, why it did not spread, etc. where all other valid problems the idea did not address.<\/span><\/p>\n

And, while my career reveals a fondness for mystery, presented with this challenge, I felt wholly inadequate. I saw no way <\/span>I could hope to solve a mystery that had perplexed even some of the world’s top minds. I was further displeased to have <\/span>this case before me owing to a certain squeamishness at the very idea that such things could happen.<\/span><\/p>\n

The thought that, at any moment, one might burst into flames and die a horrible and painful death, was one that I will <\/span>admit unnerved me. But my associate drew my attention to a second case. The phenomena is so rare that to see another <\/span>incident in the same town gave me the faintest glimmer of a hope that some progress might be made.<\/span><\/p>\n

My suggestion was an obvious one, to seek out the connection between the two victims. While this may not illuminate the <\/span>cause of the fires, it may shed some light elsewhere. Under these specific circumstances, I was forced to proceed with the <\/span>notion that a third element might be involved. The connection between the victims could possibly be a means of <\/span>discovering this agent.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was not a difficult search for the link. The two had known each other well. They had gone to school together, <\/span>graduating high school the same year. More recently, both had served on the board of directors of a charitable <\/span>organization. I could not uncover any bad blood between them, nor between them and anyone else.<\/span><\/p>\n

And here I must mention something personal, something that illustrates my view of the strangeness that attend us all. As <\/span>an investigator, I must often listen to my intuition. For one who deals in evidence, who makes his way by reason, I admit <\/span>that going on instinct is as irrational as one can be. But my gut was telling me these were not random events, and that the <\/span>cause was not merely some natural force we simply don’t understand yet.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the life of me, I swear I could sense that another person was involved. Who this was and what power or method they <\/span>had at their disposal, I could not say. But the nature of the deaths made me all but certain such a presence was malign, <\/span>and mad with cruelty, one yearning for a fiery revenge.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, as I have said, I had no means of supporting such a notion. Still, during my work, I occasionally felt as though I was <\/span>being watched, or my progress monitored. I even began trying to trick and trap this unseen agent, though to no avail.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I felt those eyes upon me, I was grateful for the snub-nosed revolver I carry. More than once I woke in the night, <\/span>anticipating that an assassin would burst through my hotel room door and incinerate me. One night, I even thought I saw a <\/span>silhouette in the gloom, but it vanished when I threw on the light. I would come to understand, however, that I was not <\/span>the only one who lived in dread of the unknown assailant.<\/span><\/p>\n

The vast majority of my inquiries left me no closer to a solution than I had started with. I will spare the weeks of pointless <\/span>interviews and conferences with police and members of the scientific community. The other board members of the charity <\/span>seemed like my last chance, but one by one they all went to nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

All but one.<\/span><\/p>\n

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