David B. Harrington ~ England 1765

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On the west side of London where the wealthy and well-to-do gather in the coffee shops and in the opium dens, there was a brothel over in Rosemont on Cranston Street by the name of Bardow Parlors. Bardow Parlors was a high-class bordello run by Madame Dupree which catered exclusively to aristocrats and dignitaries. The courtesans working there were young, beautiful and expensive. Of the dozen or so strumpets who offered their services at Bardow Parlors, there was one exceptionally bodacious tart by the name of Madalyne who was so popular among Madam Dupree’s clientele that she even had her own private penthouse which only the richest of the rich could afford to visit.  Madalyne was of Flemish descent and looked exquisitely charming and foxy, with long auburn hair and big brown eyes resembling those of a Siamese cat. The lady’s soft, supple skin was perfectly flawless and silky smooth to the touch. Her flowery scent was sweet and intoxicating like apple blossoms. Unlike the other prostitutes at the brothel who donned gaudy colorful hats and long flowing skirts, Madalyne always wore her hair down and dressed scantily in slinky scarlet and purple skirts, sashes and scarves with roses, magnolias and lilies embroidered in fine silk.

Sir Francis Draconian was the only son of a wealthy sea merchant who made his fortune sailing the seven seas selling and trading silk, furs, rum, spices and many other valuable commodities throughout London and beyond. Sir Francis inherited the noble Draconian estate and all his father’s wealth at the age of eighteen and carried on the tradition as a hardworking maritime entrepreneur. He had a reputation as a savvy businessman who dealt only with the upper echelon in Europe, Asia and Africa. Sir Francis Draconian was also very fond of Madalyne and on Friday and Saturday evenings he would take his chauffeur and two of his finest thoroughbreds and ride to Rosemont on Cranston Street to spend the night in her penthouse suite. Whenever he came calling on Madalyne he always showered her with exotic gifts and treasures from around the world to enhance her lavish and luxurious lifestyle. He presented her with dazzling jewelry, jade and cinnabar from the far east; ivory, wedgewood, crystal balls, shiny mirrors and looking glasses, as well as a rare collection of miniature intricately painted figureheads carved from the finest ebony, rosewood and aquilaria. He brought her sweetly fragranced incense and candles, perfumes and scented bath oils from France; sumptuous shawls and furs of mink, sable and fox, magnificent sculptures and paintings by the Masters from Spain and Italy; bronze and marble statues, vessels of silver and gold encrusted with precious stones, and alabaster from the north of Africa. And of course Miss Madalyne’s favorite piece, a stunning 18k gold salamander brooch from 15th century France which she wore wherever she went.  The stick pin was beautifully engraved in delicate detail. The back was set with a line of alternating mother of pearls and Persian turquoise cabochon, the eyes set with two large radiant emeralds from Egypt.

Sir Francis’ infatuation for this beautiful young harlot became an obsession and he soon found himself falling helplessly in love. Sometimes he would take her out to the theatre where they would put on quite a show themselves. She would then escort him to a fancy restaurant by the wharf or go on a long carriage ride along the Thames before returning to her penthouse for the night. Out in public Madalyne’s sultry, skimpy outfits often caused quite a stir, but she was really a perfect gentlemens lady. In bed the baron could always count on her to be a real nymphomaniac, experimenting with sexual pleasures he had only dreamed of in his youth. Naturally all the other bawds in Madam Dupree’s brothel were jealous of Madalyne and they would lash out at her and shout wretched insults as she passed by. But Madalyne didn’t give a damn, she just ignored them and strutted proudly on by. As for Madame Dupree, she pretty much stayed out of Madalyne’s way and let her carry out her business in any manner she chose. She was after all her bread and butter. The 25% earnings that Madam Dupree received from the classy call girl kept her bordello in operation.

Madalyne considered most men to be nothing more than shallow, gluttonous slobs with only three things on their minds: strong drink, red meat and loose women. To her men were just dull, disgusting, horny little pigs that could be discarded like rubbish. But Madalyne felt much differently about Sir Francis. She thought highly of him and treated the baron with the utmost dignity and respect. He was an extraordinarily handsome, sophisticated and distinguished gentlemen, always kind and courteous and cherished her dearly.

After nearly a year of courtship Sir Francis and Madalyne Vandeveer were finally married in Saint James Church. The wedding ceremony was extravagant and glorious with over 100 of their wealthy aristocratic friends in attendance. The reception banquet later that evening was held in the ballroom at the Draconian Palace on Cromwell Road and included some of the finest exotic cuisines in all of Europe. The atmosphere was gay and festive with plenty of song and dance and an over abundance of brandy and vintage wines from France and Italy. Later that evening there was a wild massive orgy with many well-known celebrities and other distinguished guests from all over England. The party lasted all night.  Madame Dupree and all of her strumpets from Bardow Parlors were there providing non-stop entertainment for all the wealthy barons and magnates.

One evening while traveling abroad conducting business in the Mediterranean port town of Marseilles in southern France, Sir Francis Draconian was robbed by a couple of thugs near the docks and left for dead. His body was found floating in the bay by some passersby the next morning and his remains were sent back to London for interment in Saint James Abbey.  Sir Francis Draconian and Madalyne Vandeveer bore no children, nor did they have any living relatives, which according to his Will made Madalyne the sole beneficiary of the baron’s estate and the spacious 25 room Draconian Palace in Kensington.

To go along with her enchanting charm and radiant beauty was the harlot’s strange supernatural ability to vanish at will or mysteriously turn men into stone. She was well practiced in the ancient art of magic and witchcraft and could seduce even the most savage of beast or brute with just one glance from her piercing eyes. As a sorceress Madalyne delved deeply into the occult, conjuring up spirits, casting spells on unsuspecting victims, and even reading men’s minds. Sometimes she’d invoke or unknowingly attract the ghosts of the undead like vampyres, werewolves and other shadowy shape shifting fiends.  Even the foulest of evil spirits and demons from the underworld found it favorable to follow the young temptress around and terrify anybody who came near. On one occasion while shopping for lace scarves and shawls in the fancy boutiques on London’s posh west side, Madalyne was ambushed by a pair of mudlarks who were intent on robbing and ravishing her. When they came at her to tear off her clothes, she simply looked them in eyes and they fainted where they stood and turned to stone.

Weary of leading the life of a wealthy widow, Madalyne Vandeveer secured the services of a broker to liquidate her assets and sell the elaborate Draconian Palace she had inherited and purchase a quaint little cottage by the sea near Dover in Kent. One day Madalyne took no less than a half dozen strongmen to guard and protect her, climbed aboard her elegant calash and set off through the English countryside toward the coast. She was perfectly capable of protecting herself from just about anything, the escorts were actually nothing more than a clever ruse whom she took along strictly for her own amusement. Along the way she would entertain herself by putting on peep shows for the ruff and tumble guards knowing that she could have any one of them any time she pleased. Madalyne enjoyed watching them get aroused and all worked up as they watched her strip through the window. Their insatiable lust and frustration for her burning up inside them like an unquenchable fire. Outside her ethereal beauty could tame even the wildest of savages, but inside her scandalous heart was like a ravenous wolf, full of lies and deceit.  When they finally reached their destination she opened up her coffers and paid the escorts quite handsomely then sent them on their way knowing perfectly well that they would just waste it all away on strong drink and the comfort of the cheap floozies who would be waiting in the alleys with open legs.

When Madalyne was out and about in Dover the townspeople would stop and stare as she passed by. The woman and children scoffed at her from the street corners while all the young men flocked around and tried to proposition her in any way they could. She had rode into Dover one day with much fanfare and everybody in town knew who she was, where she had come from and all about her lavish lifestyle and promiscuous past. What they didn’t know was that Madalyne Vandeveer was a powerful and cunning witch with a wicked heart and a bitter distaste for men.

Sometimes when the weather was fair Madalyne and her entourage would make the day long trip to Maidstone and lodge for the night in the most luxurious inn with full accommodations. If it was sunny, the next day they would visit Penenden Heath, notorious site of the hangings of a handful of accused witches in the mid 1600’s. This always drew a lot of attention from the townspeople, especially the archbishop and magistrates who followed Madalyne around from stone to stone.

Madalyne would often take the ferry across the channel to France or Belgium and hire a chaperone to chauffeur her into Paris or Brussels, always lodging in the most luxurious suites at the fanciest chateaus. In the evening she would glide vagariously through the streets of the red light district in her stagecoach to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the nightlife, attracting attention everywhere she went. Sometimes Madalyne would stop in for a drink or two at the secret swanky underground nightclubs around town to mingle with her old vampyre friends and other nefarious creatures. On one occasion while Madalyne was away in Paris, the archbishop and all the magistrates in and around Dover and Maidstone consorted to devise a clever plot that they might falsely accuse her of some callous and dreadful transgression and put her to death. In her absence they dispatched a spy to Folkestone to watch for the ferry returning from Calais. Later that night they disguised themselves in hooded cloaks and masqueraded under the cover of darkness to Penenden Heath to desecrate the graves of the heretics that Madalyne loved. They opened up thirteen of the unholy graves and removed the skulls. Then they surreptitiously carried them back to Dover and buried them in a circle in the woods behind Madalyne’s cottage to make it appear like some bizarre and twisted ritual that she had performed.

Two days later word came from the lookout that Madalyne’s ferry had docked in Folkestone and that she was on her way back to Dover. The spy followed her into town, staying about five furlongs behind. When Madalyne arrived back at her cottage later that evening, the archbishop and magistrates were waiting with constables to arrest her. They falsely accused her of witchcraft and necrophilia for digging up and desecrating the graves at Penenden Heath. When she heard the news she wept hysterically but flatly denied knowing anything about it, claiming that she had been out of town so how could she have had anything to do with the crimes? The constables detained her nonetheless and brought in the bloodhounds to search her property. It didn’t take them long to sniff out the skulls buried in the woods. They immediately arrested Madalyne, whipped her thirteen times and threw her into a dungeon for the night. The following morning they brought her back to the cottage in shackles. But instead of hanging her or burning her at the stake as was the customary practice for executing those convicted of witchcraft in these days, they chained her up inside a coffin and clandestinely buried her alive in the middle of the skull circle, leaving her to die in agony. Her tormented moans and desperate cries for help could be heard coming from the woods all night until she finally succumbed the next day.

To this day it is rumored by many that the ghost of Madam Madalyne Vandeveer still haunts these woods. It has even been reported that her desperate and agonizing cries for mercy can still be heard coming from the woods at night. For nearly two and a half centuries since Madalyne Vandeveer’s execution in 1765, there have been numerous sightings of strange and eerie spectres and ghost-like figures in the woods near the site of her old cottage in Kent. The cottage has long since disappeared but the woods are purported by many to be haunted by evil spirits, including the wayward ghost of Madalyne Vandeveer.

 

David B. Harrington writes from Portland, Oregon. His first book Inclinations-Mystical Visions is due to be released in 2017. He enjoys reading and writing and playing football, tennis and the bass guitar.
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