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The Legend of the Black Crow Inn

TITLE:The legend of The Black Crow Inn
AUTHOR: Linda61
FEEDBACK: Yes please but its my first fic and I am Dutch so be gentle.
DISCLAIMER:  The lovely CC owns and made them Cool. DD annd GA made them rock. Dont sue, not a lot of point. I can give you all the manure you want though. The joy of ponies. Hahahahha. (evil snigger) J
SUMMARY:This story is based on a real legend. The inn in this story is near my mother's house and I pass it every day. .To make it easier I changed the name of the Inn, because the real name is in Dutch dialect.
I listened to you SE.
This is my first fanfic. Have mercy.
Here we go.
The legend of The Black Crow Inn
 by  Linda61
It's 1746.  In the middle of a dark forest in the east of The Netherlands a hooded figure enters the Black Crow Inn. He asks the innkeeper for a drink and waits till he sees him going down to the cellar. Carefully he gets up and waits at the top of the stairs. Under his cape he's  hiding a small axe. The moment the innkeeper's  head shows up,  the hooded man swings his weapon . The poor man doesn't even know what's happening to him. He's dead before he touches the ground.  The murderer walks through the inn and was expecting to find the innkeeper's wife in her bed, but she's gone. Before he realises she's escaped, he's captured and in december of that year he was executed.
Present day, United Kingdom, somewhere in a  pub
"I don't believe I'm here Mulder, I listened to you again. I wonder if I'll ever learn."
 Special Agent Dana Scully of  the FBI  was hanging around in her chair, exhausted. Her partner, Special Agent Fox Mulder took a sip of his drink and sighed.
 "I really thought this was it Scully, I really thought we found a genuine crop circle. How could I know some kids had found the perfect way to make it?"
 Scully looked at his disappointed face, smiled and said ,"Let's go back to the hotel, if were lucky we can get a flight back to Washington early tomorrow morning and find us a real X-file to solve."
Mulder paid the bill and both walked to the door when suddenly a man came walking towards them.
"Uhm, I couldn't help overhearing what you said" the man said with a heavy accent. "Could it be possible to talk to you for a moment?"
Mulder shrugged. "What about?'
"I think you call it an X-file", the man said.
Scully was almost at the door, but at hearing the man say  'X-file'  she turned around. "What do you know about X-files?"
 The man walked to their  table and sat down. "I've been to Washington and visited the FBI office, there people were talking about unsolved mysteries,  aka X-files. My name is Paul Janssen, I'm from the Netherlands. I'm just here for a holiday and was having a drink when I heard you talking and I thought that maybe you could help me."
"Well actually, we're just on our way to our hotel, because we want to... " 
Mulder interrupted.   "Help you with what?"
Scully sighed and sat down, knowing Mulder had already decided to listen and she had no choice to do so too.
"It's a long story",  Paul Janssen started .  " It all began hundreds of years back in an old Inn in my home town". He started to tell about an old legend. The legend about the Black Crow Inn......"and since then people regularly hear chains rattle and  go crazy when they try to stay in the old inn. It still exists and it's still empty. Everybody knows it's haunted, no one wants to live in there."
"It sounds very fascinating Mr. Janssen" , Scully said, "but what do you want us to do?'
"My brother was one of the people trying to find out what was going on Agent Scully, but...he never came back. .He disappeared and nobody can find him. He's my only brother, I want to know where he is, what happened to him". '
"I'm sorry, but we have to go back tomorrow, you ..."
" Oh come on Scully" Mulder said, "We weren't even planning on going back for days, we could hop over to The Netherlands, see whats going on and be back within a week."
 "But Mulder..", but she already knew she had lost; she saw the shining of his eyes, he was already solving this case in his mind, excited that he had a real "unsolved mystery" on his hands. A very old unsolved mystery. Scully knew they would be on a plane to the Netherlands within hours.
"Think about it Scully. The Netherlands, mills, tulips....... legal hash?"  Scully rolled her eyes and walked out the door to the car. The sooner they solved this mystery, the sooner they'll be on their way back home.
East of the Netherlands, next day
"At least you found us a decent hotel Mulder, thank you for that."
"I don't think there are any crappy hotels around here, Scully, this isnt exactly a very poor area, did you see some of the houses here? And I think almost everybody has horses, I stopped counting, they have those tiny ponies too, rather cute don't you think? "
"Those are called Shetland ponies, Mulder, very popular in Holland."
"Whatever", Mulder mumbled. "Oh, there it is, we can just park outside the building and take a look."
"So this is it?" Scully looked around and turned to Mulder. "Not much, is it?"
"It's old Scully, it hasn't been used for ages."
"And where did all the forest go? I thought the man said the Inn was in the middle of a dark forest?"
"That was hundreds of years ago Scully, only pieces of forest are left, but this 'is' the Inn. Look  the name is still on it. Uhm......."
"Herberg De Zwarte Kraai", someone behind them said. "In English 'The Black Crow Inn'. Are you the two FBI agents Paul talked about?"
"Yes", Mulder said. "This is Special Agent Dana Scully and I am Special Agent Fox Mulder. Paul Janssen asked us to look into the legend, and he was also hoping that maybe we could  find out what happened to his brother."
"Ah yes" the man said, "a strange story, and people still see lights in the night and sometimes they hear a chain rattle. I never did myself though, but then again I am never here in the night."
"And you are...?" Mulder said.
"Oh dear, where are my manners. I am Jan van Duren, I am the owner of the Inn. Paul told me you would come, he misses his brother a lot and he really wants to know what happened to him. It's strange you know. He is not the only one who stayed in the Inn over night, but all the others came out. Crazy, but they did came out. Henk, Paul's brother, is the only one who disappeared. Anyway, here is the key, have fun. But don't blame me if something goes wrong. You are warned."
Mulder took the key and thanked the man, who walked away, mumbling something Mulder thought sounded a bit like 'crazy Americans'. He shrugged and turned to Scully, who obviously wasn't to happy about the whole situation.
"Are you sure you want to stay here during the night Mulder?"
"If we want to find out what is going on, we have to Scully. All those men who stayed at the Inn went nuts during the night."
"Thanks, that sounded very encouraging. I'm so happy to have you as a partner."
Mulder smiled, he really loved her when she reacted like that. He couldn't even think being here with someone else. This was perfect.
"Okay then, let's go in." Scully took the keys out of Mulder's hand and opened the door. "Yoohooo, anybody home?"
 Mulder laughed and followed her inside. Except for a few old chairs and a broken table the Inn was empty.
"Let's make ourselves comfortable Scully. I think it's gonna be cold tonight. I brought some blankets from the car and we have a thermos with coffee."
They looked around a bit, but didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Just an old empty building. Nothing special. Even the cellar was empty except for a few things that looked like left garbage. After a few hours, all was still quiet and Scully was getting cold and cranky.
"For goodness' sake Mulder, let's get out of here, nothing is going to happen."
Actually, Mulder was a bit disappointed too. Nothing had happened. Not a light, not a sound. No rattling..... No, wait.
"Scully, did you hear that?"
"Hear what Mulder." Scully was already getting her things together and folding her blanket, she was definitely on her way out, she wanted to be in her warm hotel bed within the hour.
"I thought I heard something, I think it came from the cellar, I'm going to have a look."
"I'm coming with you, but after that we're going back to the hotel. I'm cold and I'm tired."
They both took their flash lights and headed for the door to the cellar. Mulder opened the door and looked down the stairs. "Ladies first, Scully."
Scully gave him 'the brow' and looked down the stairs. "We'd better be careful Mulder, it looks like parts of the wooden steps are gone. Watch where you place your feet."
Slowly Scully started descending the stairs, shining her flash light around. "I don't see a thing, it's empty". Suddenly she heard Mulder gasp and before she knew it she heard the cellar door slam and saw  her partner falling down the stairs. When he landed she heard a sickening "crack".
"Mulder! My god, can you hear me?" Scully tried to keep her nerves together.
", l.. leg." Scully moved around him, trying to see his leg with only one flash light still working. "Oh my god, Mulder, don't move, your leg is broken." She could see the leg was bent at a strange angle.
"I don't believe this, I don't believe this, I knew we shouldn't have come here."
"S..s..sorry.. S. Scully. H.. help, me please... hurts."
"It's okay Mulder, it's not your fault. Do you know what happened? Did you slip?
"I was p.pushed., I could feel it. do some..thing."
"You  were pushed? That explains  the door, someone pushed you down the stairs and slammed it shut."
Scully looked at him, he was in terrible pain but she didn't have anything to ease it.  They were only going down to look. She didn't expect this. Her bag was still upstairs. She didn't even have a blanket to cover him with and by now he was starting to shiver too. He was going in shock.
 She had to do something. She tried to open the cellar door but it was stuck. She looked around, shining her flash light on the floor of the cellar.  Nothing, there was nothing. Only an old package of  tobacco and a little plastic bag with something that looked like ... hash?
"Mulder, I can't get out right now, we have to wait till it's light, someone will see the car and start looking for us. The owner and Paul know we are here. We have to get you more comfortable, I think it's better to straighten out your leg a bit, but it's gonna hurt. Would you like me to help you so you can sit against the wall? I can hold you, it won't be so cold then."
"K..kay Scully, j.just do it, I am soo c..cold."
"I need you to help me a little  Mulder, I can't lift you;  youre too heavy. Try to push yourself with your good leg and I will pull you, your broken leg will automatically  straighten out. It will hurt like the devil, so it's your choice, but I think it will be better for you. Just nod if you don't want to talk."
Scully saw his head nod slowly, but she also saw that he was scared, scared for the pain he knew he was going to endure. But he needed to get warmer and staying down on the floor wouldnt do that.
"Okay Mulder, on three then. One.. two... three. Push!!" Scully started to pull and Mulder pushed  with his good leg, but at the same time pain exploded throughout his body and he started to scream. By the time she had him leaning against the wall, he was going out of his mind because of the agony and he was sweating profusely.
"Rest,  Mulder, I'm here." She could see tears streaming down his cheeks,  but Scully could only hold him. Her hand smothing comfortingly through his sweat soaked hair. "It's okay, it will be okay, shht."  Suddenly Scully realized something ."I'll be right back Mulder, I have an idea". She walked to the corner where shed remembered seeing the hash and the tobacco. Maybe that was the solution. Just this one time? She knew lots of people use hash as a painkiller. And.. well... it wasn't illegal in The Netherlands. It could work. "Mulder, I might be able to help you, but you have to be prepared smoke something".
"'I don't smoke Scully, what are talking a..about?"
"I could make you a joint, if you smoke it, it will ease the pain and give you nice dreams.  I still have the matches I brought in my pocket. The tobacco is old but it will have to do."
"Well b. bring on that d..dreamstick, S..Scully, I will t..try anything r..right now."
With some effort Scully made him a nice joint, and although he puffed and coughed Mulder smoked it all and after a few minutes he was starting to get high. And the dreams began as he lay in scullys arms.  He could see the Innkeeper being murdered by a hooded man with an axe. He saw the surprised face of the innkeeper the moment he was ambushed. Blood pouring out of a horrible wound.  He saw the man's  poor wife escape and run through the forest to the nearest house.  He saw the murderer being captured .  He heard chains rattle and lights float. He didn't know what was real or not. Suddenly he saw the innkeeper coming at him. In his sleep Mulder tried to get away from him, but Scully was holding him tight, he couldn't move if he wanted to.
"Go away.." Mulder shouted. "D..Don't.
"I won't hurt you, the innkeeper said.  I only scared a few people away, but I never hurt anyone physically. I just want to be left alone. This is my house, I was born here, I died here. The man who you are looking for was murdered by the owner. He wants to keep the legend alive, not knowing  I was here all the time.  You can find Henk's  body in the old well. Most people don't even know it's on the property, that's why no one found him. The owner is also the one who pushed you off the stairs."
After that the man walked away and disappeared.
It was almost light when Mulder woke up again. Scully was still holding him, but he could feel her grip wasn't that tight anymore and he could hear by the way she was breathing shed fallen asleep too.
"Scully, hey Scully, wake up."
Slowly she opened her eyes. "Morning Mulder, glad to see you awake.  You gave me quite a scare last night. It looked like you had nightmares and you tried to get out of my arms. I had to hold onto you, so you wouldn't move your leg and cause more damage. How are you feeling?"
"Still in a lot of pain Scully, but as long as I don't move it's ok. You were right about the nightmares though, I had the weirdest dreams. But guess what?"
"Scully looked at him suprised. Guess what, what do you mean guess what?"
"I think I know where Paul's brother is; hes in an old well here on the property. He was murdered by the owner. The innkeeper told me that, he visited me in my dream."
"But Mulder, that was a hash induced  dream, there was no one really here.You can't really think we will really find him there?"
"Just let them search for him Scully, I think they will find Henk's body and they have to arrest the owner and interrogate him. I'm sure hes the murderer."
Two days later, at a hospital in the nearest city.
Mulder was lying in his bed. Bored stiff. His leg was in a cast and he had no books to read. Luckily he could watch tv,  but there weren't any good games on. They only showed soccer here. And during the day they had those ridiculous commercial programs. In dutch, he couldn't understand a word.
The hospital had strict rules about visiting hours and Scully wasn't allowed to stay with him. He would never admit it to her, but he felt so lonely  he could almost cry when he heard her footsteps down the hall. He gave her a huge smile when she entered his room.
"Hi Scully, glad to see you. Did you bring me something? Some good food? Or sunflower seeds maybe?
"I don't think the nurses here will be very happy with you spitting  those shells around the room Mulder,  so no I didn't bring you sunflower seeds. I brought you a bag of M and M's though.  Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if they let you go today or maybe tomorrow. It was a clean break, you didn't even need an operation to pin and plate it this time."
"Great, I can't wait to get out. By the way, what did you find out?"
"They found the body Mulder. You were right all the time. After Paul found us and called the police and ambulance, they found Henks body in the well under the tree trunks. No one even knew about it.  The owner of the Inn wanted to open a restaurant and he thought he could make more money by keeping the legend alive. Paul's brother was just curious and found out that Mr. Van Duren was keeping the legend alive himself by burning candles in the evening and putting around that people heard chains rattle.   When Henk said something about it, he was murdered by the owner and thrown into the  well. What nobody knew is that the innkeeper's ghost was around all the time. It never left. So it was all for nothing. The building is a listed monument, they won't tear it down. So actually Mr. Van Duren has what he wanted. The legend will definately go on.  It didn't do him any good though. After he was arrested he was charged with murder and a few other counts of attempted murder. He won't be out of jail for a very long time."
A few days later, Mulder and Scully were on their way back to Washington. Mulder was typing a report on his laptop, his heavily plastered leg sticking out and  Scully sleeping on his shoulder. Life was good and in a few hours they would be home again.
Case closed.
The end.