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‘Mum said you wanted to see me?’
‘Yes.’ A
Veronica regarded them worriedly.
‘The ghost?’ A
Veronica closed the door gently behind her and sat down. ‘Look, A
‘That you and Je
Veronica seemed sheepish. ‘Okay, please don’t tell Mum this … but … we made it up. We were attention-seeking … If we’d known Mum would tell these stories until the end of time, we might have thought twice. I’m not saying he doesn’t exist, but I don’t think either of us wants to start talking about him with a journalist. Can you drop it? I’m really sorry.’
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Grace could see that her sister was inwardly seething. She sat there embarrassed, as Veronica asked, ‘Would you like to stay for another drink?’
Before A
Veronica showed them out. They set off in silence, but as soon as they were away from the house A
‘Come on, Bel, there are loads of ghost stories around here. You’ll just have to think of a new angle.’
‘That’s not the point,’ A
A few minutes later, Grace saw Je
‘That was a bit odd,’ Grace said as soon as they were out of earshot.
‘What?’ A
They carried on, occasionally having to clutch at one another to steady themselves when they hit a patch of slick ice. When they reached the bridge at the dip of the road, Grace took the opportunity to glance back up the hill. Je
‘I’m going to take a drive,’ A
‘Ben might have more ideas too,’ Grace said. ‘Or what about Feathery Jack? He looks like a man who’d have plenty of stories to tell. You could even feed his birds a mouse or two while you’re with him.’
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When A
‘Grace!’ Ben appeared pleased to see her as he opened the door, which brightened her mood. He invited her in, though she noticed he shut the door to the lounge room before she walked past, and ushered her into the kitchen. Was that deliberate, she wondered, or am I becoming completely paranoid about everyone here?
‘As you know, James has gone now,’ she told him, ‘so we could do a bit more work downstairs. I’d like to get on with it.’
‘Sure,’ he agreed. ‘Why don’t I take a look at some of the smaller jobs while A
‘I haven’t even thought about it,’ Grace admitted. ‘But I’ll make a start today. I’ll take Millie into town.’
‘It’s a good time to shop with the sales on,’ Ben agreed. ‘I’ll come round tomorrow morning and we’ll go from there.’
When he showed her out, Grace glanced again at the closed living-room door. She was sure they were becoming friends – and yet she was convinced he was withholding things, despite all he had told her.
She tried to push away her doubts as she walked back down the lane. Adam’s disappearance had made her too distrustful – she had to stop approaching everyone as though something mysterious or sinister might be going on beneath the surface. She couldn’t live the rest of her life with a prevailing sense of suspicion.
She was determined to make it into town – she knew she’d feel better when she was progressing again with work on the cottage. She packed a lunch for Millie, then headed for the car. She hadn’t used it since before Christmas, and was thankful that the engine started first time. She switched the heating on full blast while she was strapping Millie in, then traipsed around the outside of the vehicle, clearing the windows of the remaining snow and ice.
Once they set off, Millie began to complain before they’d even got up the hill, and Grace fervently hoped she wouldn’t keep it up for the whole journey. The car only warmed up properly as they reached the top of the moors. Grace was begi
She looked closer. There were greasy letters smeared on the glass, only just visible.
As she tried to make out what they said, she lost concentration and had to swerve to avoid ru
Whatever it was, it had been written on the outside. She got out and went around to the front of the car, standing back so she could see.
Ru
LEAVE.
Fear and bewilderment made her insensible for a moment, and she cast around wildly as though someone might be standing nearby. All she saw was flat, desolate moorland. She collected a rag from the car and scrubbed furiously at the letters until she couldn’t see them any longer. Back inside, she switched on the windscreen wipers, briefly mesmerised by their rhythmic sway, a close imitation of a ticking pendulum.
She had a flash of longing for another life. She wanted to feel carefree and safe. She wanted to sit in a café for a long, lazy afternoon, drinking hot chocolate and reading her book without interruption. She wanted to take a holiday and lie in sweltering golden sunshine or swim in a refreshing sea. She wanted her mind to stop whirring. She wanted to feel like herself again, and not this frightened stranger.
Millie’s restless cries reached into her daydreams and drew her back to the present. In the cold white light her hands looked grey-blue, curved rigid around the steering wheel. She hunted in her bag and handed Millie a biscuit, then sat for a moment in indecision. She wasn’t sure she wanted to drive while she felt so frightened, but as she looked behind her, towards the village, she knew she didn’t want to go back there either.