‘I can’t believe you’re
serious! This is ridiculous.’ Rob looked in astonishment at his father- in-
law.
‘That’s what I have been
saying for the last few days and I still can’t believe it,’ said Gordon
quietly.
‘But it happened,’ Kitty
said firmly. ‘And we have to find out why she is haunting us.’
‘Are you sure she’s not
out for revenge?’
‘Revenge against whom? We
haven’t done anything to her; we’ve just got her fireplace.’
Rob was fidgeting
impatiently with the bottle of whiskey.
‘Well I’m sure there must
be an explanation for it, it sounds like you’re letting your imaginations run
away with you,’ he stared at his wife and shook his head.
‘We weren’t Rob! You
weren’t there; you didn’t see what it was like and that voice screaming
outside!’ Eve shuddered. ‘It was awful.’
She looked at her parents.
‘You can’t go back there; you’ll have to sell the house.’
‘We’re not selling Eve, dad
and I will get to the bottom of this.’
Gordon looked at his wife,
his expression troubled.
‘I don’t know Kitty, perhaps we should sell.’
‘Gordon! After all the
work we have put into the house and anyway I don’t feel that she means us any
harm.’
‘Mother!’ Eve shouted at
her. ‘Are you mad, after tonight how can you say that!’
‘I don’t know, it’s just a
feeling I have.’
‘Well we’ll see, we’ll go
back tomorrow and see what happens,’ said Gordon slowly.
‘You would get a good
price for it,’ added Rob.
‘We’re not selling,’ Kitty
said firmly. ‘And anyway we need to see Mrs Leavenham; she might know something
that will help.’
A knock sounded on the cottage door but Hannah didn’t
move from her position in front of the fire. She stared drearily into the
flames and wished whoever it was would go away.
The latch clicked. ‘Hannah? Are you well me dear?’
She turned slowly. ‘Michael.’
He came further into the room, his cap clasped in his
hand. ‘Missus sent I up to see if you needed anything.’
‘Is Mary well?’
‘Aye she’s doing well, baby as well. He’s a fine
chap.’
‘You look after her mind and make sure she don’t do
too much.’
‘Daughter can look after the house till she’s up on
her feet again’
Michael looked at Hannah bent over the fire and then
glanced at the empty crib near the wall.
‘Are you sure you’re well? You could come and stay
with us for a few days till you feel
better. We’d make room for ‘ee.’
‘Now Michael Guppy you’ve enough mouths to feed in
your house without inviting more people to your table.’
‘Well,’ he hesitated staring at her pale drawn
face. ‘Here’s something for your pot
tonight,’ and laid a plump hare on the table. ‘I’ve skinned and gutted it for
‘ee.’
Hannah managed a faint smile. ‘You’re a kind man
Michael.’
A pink tinge appeared on his cheeks. ‘Aw now, one good
turn as they say.’
Hannah turned to look him squarely in the face. ‘I
hear he’s been spreading tales about me again.’
‘Ay well, nobody takes any notice of him, we’m all
know them tales ain’t true. There ain’t one of us in the village you haven’t
helped at one time or another.’
‘Their memories be short Michael.’
‘Dunne worry Hannah everything will blow over soon
enough. He’ll find somebody else to gripe about you wait and see.’
She turned back to the fire, her shoulders slumped. ‘Haven’t
I suffered enough and still he hounds me, he’s a devil that one, curse him. He
won’t be happy till he sees me gone. Damn him and his family.’
‘Now, now Hannah,’ Michael looked worried. ‘Don’t ‘ee
let anybody hear you’m talking like that woman, that’ll just bring trouble.’
A tear rolled down her cheek. ‘Well why won’t he let me
be? Hasn’t he done enough to me already, I don’t think he’s going to rest easy
until he has every stick and stone that be mine.’
Hannah lifted her apron and wiped her face.
Michael shifted impatiently, twisting his cap in his
hands.
‘Now you’d
better be going or your Missus will think you’ve stopped off in the Red Lion.’
‘Are you sure you won’t come down to the village?’
‘No, no”,’ she sniffed. ‘No you get on I’ll be fine
and thank ‘ee for the hare Michael’
Wednesday
Eve drove slowly into the
drive and stopped just inside the gateway.
‘Are you sure about this?’
‘We’ll be fine,’ reassured
Kitty. ‘Thanks for bringing us back.’
The house looked calm and
welcoming in the early morning light, the light from the hall casting a warm
glow onto the front doorstep.
‘You can stay with us if
you need to, we don’t mind.’
‘Thanks Eve, but it was a
bit of a squeeze with all of us and we can stay in a hotel tonight if we need
to.’
Gordon opened the car door and climbed out.
‘We left the lights on.’
‘I did tell you last night
before we left,’ answered Kitty as she tried the front door. ‘You didn’t lock
the front door either.’
She pushed the door open,
inside the hall floor was covered in the leaves and twigs that had blown in the
back door the day before and there was a fine covering of grit and sand over
everything. Kitty’s feet crunched as she walked across the hall towards the
kitchen.
‘Where did we put Mrs
Leavenham’s phone number?’
Gordon hovered in the
doorway. ‘It’s in the kitchen, pinned to the fridge.’
‘Come on in then and shut
the door, we’ve got some tidying up to do.’
She looked at him hesitating
in the doorway; he looked very ill at ease and was glancing nervously at the
doorway into the front room.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked.
‘As fine as anybody could
be under the circumstances.’
Nero padded after her into
the kitchen and jumped into his box by the radiator and settled down with a
satisfied grunt.
‘Well Nero is happy to be
back.’
‘Stupid dog,’ grunted
Gordon.
Eve stood next to her father,
holding his arm and staring around the room. ‘Do you want me to stay and help
clear up?’
Kitty was struggling to
move the kitchen table away from the door. ‘Come and help me move this then I can throw
all this rubbish back into the garden, I knew I should have had the bonfire and
not just left it.’Eve moved forward
reluctantly into the room and took hold of the edge of the table and helped her
mother drag it back into the middle of the kitchen.
‘Gordon can you get the
broom?’
‘Why are you bothering
with all this now, let’s just get hold of Mrs Leavenham.’
‘Well, you ring her while
I clear this mess up,’ Kitty said firmly and pulled out the broom from behind
the door of the utility room. ‘Look at this, there’s leaves in here as well.’
She brushed a pile of
leaves out and into the middle of the kitchen and then stopped and looked at
Gordon who was still hesitating in the doorway. ‘Well, are you going to call
her?’
He gazed blankly at her.
‘Are you sure you’re
okay?’ she asked.
‘Yes, yes I’m fine Kitty
stop keeping on,’ he pulled the scrap of paper off the fridge and headed back
to the hall. ‘I’ll phone her now.’
Eve hovered in the doorway
looking first at her mother calmly sweeping the floor and then at Gordon.
‘Do you need me here mum?’
‘No dear, if you want to
go I quite understand.’
‘I can’t stay here, I’m
sorry, not after last night.’
Kitty propped the broom up
against the table and went over to her.
‘It’s okay Eve,’ she patted her daughter on
the arm. ‘We’ll be fine.’
‘Okay, if you’re sure
then,’ Eve tried not to sound too relieved; she moved quickly to the front door
and looked at her parents.
‘You will let me know what happens, won’t
you?’
‘We will and thanks for
running us back,’ said Gordon and gave her a hug.
Kitty looked at him
enquiringly.
‘No answer I’m afraid.’
‘I’m going dad, okay?’
‘Yes go on Eve, we’ll be
fine so don’t worry,’ he said calmly for his daughter’s benefit. ‘There’s
nothing to worry about.’
Gordon shut and locked the
front door after Eve had driven off and walked slowly back into the kitchen, he
looked at his wife impatiently. ‘Kitty, let’s leave all this and go down to the
village.’
‘I’ve nearly finished
Gordon, out of the way,’ she pushed him to one side and finished sweeping up
the last of the leaves into the dustpan. ‘There all done.’
‘Now can we go?’
‘Well perhaps she’s not
home.’
‘We can try; she may be at
the shop already. I can’t stay here and twiddle my thumbs Kitty.’
The Post Office door was closed;
the opening hours were taped onto the glass window.
‘We’re too early, let’s go
and see if she’s at home, she should be at this time of the day.’
‘Morning.’
They both jumped and
turned eagerly but it wasn’t Mrs Leavenham standing behind them, it was a woman
they had never seen before.
‘Good morning,’ responded
Kitty politely.
‘Aren’t you the couple
from the new house at the Castle Farm?’ she asked.
‘That’s right,’ Gordon
looked at her curiously.
‘I’m Sheena, from the pub.
My husband said you had come in over the weekend,’ she looked eagerly at Kitty.
‘Malcolm said you were interested in attending a séance.’
‘Oh well,’ began Kitty. ‘I
thought it sounded interesting, actually..’ Kitty had a sudden thought. ‘Have
you held many séances?’
‘Well not here, it’s been difficult
to find people who are open minded enough to accept the spirit world in this
area. Would you be interested?’ she added hopefully.
‘I think you may be able
to help us, would you consider holding a séance in our house?’
Gordon looked at Kitty
doubtfully. ‘I’m not sure that’s a good idea Kitty,’ he interrupted.
She glanced at him
impatiently and rushed on, ‘It might help us and it’s worth a try.’
Sheena looked at the
couple and excitedly tugged at the string of beads around her neck.
‘I would love to hold one for you; perhaps we
could get a group together?’
‘No!’ they both said
quickly. ‘It would be better if we keep it to just us three,’ Kitty added ‘We’re being troubled by a spirit.’
‘Really!’ Sheena looked
delighted. ‘How exciting.’
Gordon stared at her
coldly.
‘No it isn’t actually, it’s bloody
frightening.’
‘Oh yes of course, of
course if you’re not used to the presence of spirits then it would be unsettling,’
she nodded at them. ‘When would you like to hold it?’
‘As soon as possible, like
now really.’
‘Now? That’s rather short
notice. I’d have to fetch a few things and prepare myself mentally for it.
Tonight would be better, in the dark.’
‘It has to be dark?’
queried Kitty.
‘No! Definitely not in the
dark,’ said Gordon firmly.
Kitty looked at him. ‘No
you’re probably right. Could you do it in an hour or so?’
‘Why! You are in a rush,
we can try, there’s no guarantee of course that the spirits will turn up so to
speak.’
‘Oh I don’t think that is
going to be a problem Sheena,’ Gordon added drily. ‘I’m sure you won’t be
disappointed.’
‘Oh this is so exciting,
so it’s Gordon and Kitty isn’t it?’
‘Yep, that’s right.’
Sheena half turned.
‘I’ll go and fetch a few things and let my
husband know, I’m sure he’ll be able to manage on his own for a few hours.’
‘Just come up when you’re
ready.’
Sheena waved a hand over
her shoulder as she hurried back to the Witch and Broomstick then suddenly
stopped and came back.
‘Oh dear, I forgot what I came
for,’ she giggled and pushed a handful of letters into the post box set into
the wall of the Post Office. ‘Now I won’t be long.’
‘Okay,’ Gordon called
after her as she hurried down the narrow village street, the clacking of her
heels bouncing off the stone walls of the cottages.
He turned to Kitty ‘Are you sure about this?’
‘Who better to help than
somebody who holds séances?’
‘Hmm, well shall we go and
see if Sybil is at home?’
Priddy Cottage was not far
from the Post Office and just a hundred yards farther on than The Witch and
Broomstick. They walked past, still closed this early in the morning but coming
from inside they could hear Sheena’s voice raised in excitement.
The cottage was in a row
of small stone built cottages just in front of the church, a steep path led up
to the lichgate at the rear of the houses and behind the church was the small
neatly kept graveyard.
‘Quiet neighbours,’
remarked Gordon.
Kitty looked at him and
half smiled. ‘You just couldn’t resist could you?’ then knocked firmly on the
front door. Heavy net curtains hung at the small windows and the curtains were still
half drawn. A bright pink potted pelargonium stood on the windowsill.
‘She must be out.’
‘Bugger the woman, what’s
she doing, a woman of her age should be at home.’
‘She’s allowed a social
life Gordon, perhaps she’s out visiting a neighbour.’
‘Well she shouldn’t be,’ he
answered crossly.
‘Stop being so touchy.’
‘I think after the last
few days I am entitled to be feeling a bit touchy!’
‘Let’s just go home and
we’ll try again later,’ Kitty took his arm and gave it a squeeze. ‘Come on.’
‘Okay you’re right, let’s
go home and get ready for the séance. Although God only knows what that will
bring,’ he suddenly stopped. ‘Talking of God only knows I wonder if there is a
vicar living in the village.’
‘What for?’
‘An exorcism of course.’
‘Do they still do that?’
‘How the hell should I
know? I’m a logistics manager. I’m a bit out of my depth here.’
‘Doesn’t it cast the
spirit into outer darkness or purgatory or something?’
‘As long as it casts her
out of my house I don’t care.’
‘Her?’
Gordon looked at her
curiously.
‘Yes, her, Hannah. Who else?’
Kitty’s steps slowed. ‘I
don’t know Gordon, I don’t know why but I feel that she’s not trying to harm us.’
‘Are you serious after
yesterday?’
‘Was that Hannah? All the
noise and the wind? I don’t know Gordon I really don’t.’
‘Well I’m at a loss as
well, I thought I could handle this,’ Gordon stopped and swung round to face
his wife. “But the worst thing is that she was talking to little Emily, and
Emily could see her!’
‘I know Gordon I was
there! Perhaps she was murdered and she’s not at peace, but I don’t understand
what that has got to do with us.’
Kitty looked puzzled and stared up the street
in the direction of Orchard Cottage.
Gordon put his arm around
her shoulder.
‘Come on, it looks like we’ll be finding out
soon.’
‘I hope so and I hope
Sheena knows what she is doing.’
Kitty’s steps slowed again
as they walked past the farmyard, she glanced in but the place looked deserted.
‘Do you think we should
tell Mr Beamish what’s happening?’
‘No definitely not, I
think we should keep this to ourselves, we wouldn’t want him to die of fright.’
Kitty half laughed. ‘I
think he’s tougher than that Gordon.’
‘Maybe.’
The couple reached the end
of the old stone wall and stopped at the entrance of the driveway; the house
looked quiet and gave no clue as to the events that had occurred over the last
few days.
Gordon sighed and gave her
hand a squeeze. ‘Come on then, let’s go in and get ready for the great event.’
‘I suppose we should have
asked her if she needed anything for it.’ mused Kitty.
‘Like what?’
‘I don’t know, candles
maybe, sacrificial goat. I haven’t done this before you know.’
‘We haven’t got any
candles or a goat; she’ll have to make do with the dog.’
‘She’s not having the dog!
She can have you instead.’
‘Seriously though Kitty
I’m not comfortable with this at all,’ he hesitated as he spoke and glanced
around. ‘I just hope it doesn’t make the situation worse.’
‘Well what else can we do?’
Kitty said hesitantly. ‘Apart from move. But I think it’s worth a try and I’m
sure she’ll be able to help.’
‘Hannah.’
She turned and looked back down the path.
‘Hello me dear, what are you doing up here this early?
‘We’ve been baking and I made an extra loaf for you. I
smuggled it out under my pinafore.’
The young girl sounded triumphant as she pulled back
the soiled white apron and showed Hannah the loaf.
‘That’s kind of ‘ee but you mustn’t bring me any more
food, if he should find out what you’ve been doing...’ her voice trailed off.
‘I’ll be careful Hannah, dunnee worry.’
They both started as a dog barked farther down the
hill.
‘That’ll be him, get going child and don’t let him see
you.’
‘Aye I’d better,’ she looked nervously over her
shoulder. ‘I’ll come up later in the week, he’s off to the market in Axminster
on Thursday,’ she giggled. ‘I think he’s going courting.’
‘Now you be careful...oh quick!’ Hannah grabbed her by
her thin shoulders.
‘Hide, he be here.’
The child ducked out of sight behind the brambles,
barely breathing in the hope that he or the dog wouldn’t notice her crouching
in the bushes.
‘Now then woman, what are you doing?’
‘Nothing that’s any of your business so go on and let
I be.’
‘Don’t you tell me what my business is Hannah Beamish.
You’re a blight,’ he ground out. ‘A blight on this village, we all know that.
With your potions and spells, who knows what demons you call up...this is a
good Christian village. You should go from here and leave us in peace.’
‘Demons! There’s only one demon in this village and
that’s you. Don’t you think I don’t know where all this nasty tittle tattle has
come from, you evil bugger.’
His face flushed with rage and he drew his teeth back
in a snarl. ‘Evil? You’d know all about that you old hag!’
‘If Samuel was alive you wouldn’t talk to me this
way.’
‘That cripple’s gone and good riddance to him and his
brat,’ he spat at her.
‘Damn you!’ she said in quiet fury. ‘Damn you to
hell.’
His face twisted and he lunged at her raising his
stick in a shaking hand.
‘No! Don’t you dare!’
The little girl tumbled out from behind the bramble
bushes and rushed over to Hannah and stood between the two furious adults.
‘Leave her be.’ she shouted at him.
‘You! What are you doing here? I don’t pay you to
dawdle about on this hill. Get on back to the farm and get on with your chores
or you’ll feel my stick across your back.’
Hannah reached forward and put a protective arm around
her thin trembling body.
‘You touch this child and you’ll be sorry.’
‘This is all your doing leading this brat astray,
encouraging her to waste my time. I’m taking it out of your wages,’ he yelled
at the child. ‘I’ve a good mind to send you home, let your parents deal with
you.’
Hannah held her tighter and glared at him.
‘Get off my land.’
He stared at her for a second his mouth working in
fury and without another word he turned and stalked off down the path.
Hannah heaved a trembling sigh and gave the girl a
little shake.
‘Now get on back quick and go into the dairy and find
Rosie. She won’t stand no nonsense from him. Now go.’ Hannah gave her a little
push.
‘Will you be alright up here on your own?’
‘I’ll be alright, now go on with you.’
The young girl nodded and picking up her heavy skirt
and petticoats pushed her way through the hawthorn hedge so she could take a
short cut across the fields back to the farm.
There was an enthusiastic
rapping on the door shortly after they had arrived home, Gordon was busy in the
front room pulling out the dining table and arranging three chairs around it.
‘Kitty she’s here,’ he
called.
‘That might not be Sheena;
we’ve only been back fifteen minutes.’
Kitty hurried through from the kitchen and cautiously
opened the door and peered out.
‘Oh it is you. Hello,’ she opened the door
wider. ‘Come on in Sheena. Gordon is just sorting out some chairs for us.’
‘Hi Katy.’
‘Kitty.’
‘Oh sorry, Kitty, Malcolm
is so sorry that he couldn’t come as well but he’s expecting a delivery this
morning. I’ve been telling him all about it and he was so jealous..’
‘Well, we did want to keep
it to the three of us Sheena.’
‘Well yes of course but
Malcolm always came to our meetings in Surrey, he’s such an enthusiastic
spiritualist, he has such energy, such positive vibrations, very good for the
circle..,’ she giggled slightly with excitement.
‘Well come on in, I think
we’re ready for you.’
‘I’ve brought all my things with me, candles,
cards and my Ouija board,’ she bustled into the front room and gazed around
curiously. ‘This room has such a calm aura, a
perfect choice for this
meeting, well done. I’m surprised to hear you’ve been troubled with spirits
though,’ she looked at Gordon curiously. ‘As it’s a new property, that’s quite
unusual.’
‘Surprised isn’t the word
I would have chosen Sheena, but I agree we weren’t expecting this in a new home
either.’
‘I’ll put the kettle on. What
would you like Sheena, tea or coffee?’ asked Kitty.
‘Oh no, not for me; no
caffeine while I’m working.’
‘Oh well perhaps a glass
of water then?’
‘That would be fine
thanks.’
‘Have you done this
before?’ asked Gordon. ‘I’m a bit uncomfortable with the idea of a séance.’
“Now don’t worry Gordon,’
she patted him on the arm and smiled encouragingly. ‘Everything will be fine.’
Sheena placed her bag on
the table and pulled out two dumpy candles and a pack of brightly coloured
tarot cards and arranged them neatly before she pulled out one of the chairs
and sat down.
‘Now I will just cleanse
my chakras and centre myself and then we can begin.’
Gordon stared at her then
glanced across at Kitty hovering in the doorway, he raised an eyebrow.
Kitty frowned at him and
shook her head slightly at him warningly.
‘I’ll just fetch a glass
of water for you, Gordon would you like anything?’
‘I know it’s early but I
think I’m going to need a whiskey, make it a big one.’
‘Oh no, no,’ interrupted
Sheena. ‘No alcohol, no stimulants, it will cloud our auras, we must all keep a
clear awareness during this meeting.’
‘You expect me to do this
sober?’ he joked grimly.
Sheena’s plump little face
beamed at him. ‘There is nothing to fear from the spirit world, as you will soon
find out. Now I must prepare.’ Sheena slipped off her shoes and settled her
bare feet flat on the carpet. ‘I need to
ground myself,’ she explained to Kitty in answer to her puzzled face.
She then sat straight backed on the chair and
closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply, with her hands palm upwards on her
knees.
Gordon rolled his eyes and
stared grimly at Kitty, shaking his head slightly. She raised a finger to her
lips and left the room quietly to fetch the water. When she returned she was
carrying a glass for Sheena and a small tumbler of smoky orange liquid which
she handed to Gordon.
‘There you are,’ she said
quietly to her husband.
Sheena suddenly opened her
eyes and flexed her fingers.
‘Now I’m ready,’ she gestured to Kitty and
Gordon. ‘Come and sit down.’
They pulled out a chair
each and sat down opposite her.
‘Now let’s light the
candles and we’ll begin. Could you draw the curtains please?’
‘No,’ said Gordon flatly.
She looked surprised at
the sharp reply.
‘Well it’s not absolutely necessary I
suppose,’ she looked slightly annoyed. ‘If you’re going to be more comfortable
like this it will have to do.’
She settled herself back
into the chair and closed her eyes again.
‘We’ll just ask the
spirits to communicate with us,’ Sheena began to breathe deeply. ‘Spirits are
you there? Give us a sign that you are present,’ she paused. ‘Spirits,’ she
intoned in a flat low voice. ‘Draw near to us and make yourself known,’ Sheena
paused and began again. ‘Spirits are you with us?’
‘Obviously not,’
interjected Gordon sarcastically.
‘Gordon be quiet,’ snapped
Kitty. ‘I’m so sorry Sheena.’
‘Now negative energies
will impede the flow of communications from the spirit world, so please Gordon
and you as well Kitty send out positive thoughts and love to the spirits.’
Sheena sat in silence for
a while and then sighed.
‘I’m afraid the spirits
are not cooperating today, the atmosphere can’t be right, too negative
perhaps,’ she glanced at Gordon as she said this.
‘Oh dear,’ Kitty sounded
disappointed. ‘I really hoped this would help.’
Sheena looked at the
couple hopefully.
‘We could try my Ouija board.’
Gordon and Kitty looked at
her in consternation and then at each other.
‘We’re not too keen on
using this board of yours Sheena. I’ve heard strange stories about Ouija boards
and we definitely do not want to make matters worse.’
Kitty nodded in agreement.
Sheena sighed ‘But don’t
you think it would be worth trying. We have a good chance of getting a result
with the board.’
They sat silently as they
considered it; Kitty rubbed her hands together nervously and stared at the
board that Sheena had placed on the table.
‘Gordon what shall we do?’
He groaned and rubbed his
hands over face. ‘Okay then let’s give it a whirl. Let’s try the Ouija board.
How does it work?’ he asked leaning forward and staring at it.
‘It’s quite simple really,
we place our fingertips on the movable indicator and the spirits will move it
in response to our questions, either by pointing it to yes or no or by spelling
out words from the letters at the bottom. It’s easy really.’
They placed their
fingertips tentatively onto the triangular shaped indicator and looked at
Sheena.
‘Now just relax and think
about the spirit that you wish to communicate with, visualise him or her in
your mind.’
Sheena closed her eyes and
called out calmly ‘Spirit, are you here, reveal yourself to us. Make yourself
known to us.’
While she was talking
Kitty closed her eyes and let her mind wander when unbidden an image of the
cottage on the hill popped into her head.Then under her fingertips
she felt the board jerk.
‘Jesus! It’s moving!’
Gordon snatched his hands away and sat back in alarm.
‘Gordon! We might have
been getting something.’
‘Oh how exciting,’ Sheena
clapped her hands together excitedly. ‘Let’s try again.’
Gordon reluctantly placed
his fingers back on the board.
‘Now clear your minds
again and relax. Is there a spirit present who wishes to communicate? Give us a
sign that you are here.’
The indicator on the board
remained still.
‘Spirit, are you present?’Sheena
asked again.
Gordon shook his head at
Kitty. ‘This is ridiculous, she must have pushed it.’
‘This does work Gordon,’
Sheena snapped at him. ‘Now let’s try again and please keep quiet.’
She closed her eyes again
and drew a few deep breaths. ‘Spirits,’ she intoned. ‘Are you present? Do you
wish to communicate with any of us?’
The indicator remained
stubbornly still.
Gordon leant forward and
looked at his wife. ‘Kitty, you try.’
Sheena opened her eyes and
stared at her. ‘Why should that work?’ she asked.
Gordon turned to her. ‘She
has spoken to Kitty before.’
‘Really,’ Sheena looked a
bit annoyed. ‘I wish you had told me that before that you have been in
communication with the spirit.’
‘Would it have made a
difference?’ Gordon answered sharply. ‘You’re supposed to be the expert.’
‘Does it matter?’
interjected Kitty trying to keep the atmosphere calm. ‘Let’s just try again.’
Gordon reluctantly placed
his fingers back onto the board. ‘Come
on then.’
Kitty drew a deep breath
and placed her shaking fingers next to Gordon’s and tried to clear her thoughts
and remain calm. Sheena and Gordon however were looking increasingly annoyed
with one another.
‘Go on Kitty, you try
now,’ he said firmly.
‘I am the spirit’s
mouthpiece so any communication should come through me.’ Sheena pointed out
briskly.
‘Well they don’t seem to
want to speak to you.’
She drew her hands back
from the board and sat back in her chair, her face flushing in annoyance.
‘The atmosphere is not
right for communicating with the spirit realm, there are too many negative
energies, I can’t work with negative energies around me.’
Kitty kept her hands
firmly on the board. ‘Let me try then,’ she asked quietly. ‘Do you wish to
speak to me?’
The pointer juddered under
her fingers and slowly slid across the board to point at the word YES.
There was chilled silence
in the room.
Gordon and Sheena leant forward;
she stretched out her hands to place them next to Kitty’s.
‘No, leave it,’ Gordon
pushed her hands away. ‘Go on Kitty.’
‘Why are you here?’ she
asked.
It started to move slowly
again, first sliding across to the letter
Y then back slowly across the board to the letter O and then to the U.
‘You,’ breathed Sheena
slowly.
‘Why do you want to speak
to me? What do you want?’
‘One question at a time
Kitty.’
‘What do you want to say
to me?’
The pointer began to move
slowly again across the board, quickly gathering speed as it spelled out the
word A V A.
‘AVA, what’s that?’ asked
Kitty puzzled.
‘Who, it’s a name.’
‘Who is Ava?’ asked
Sheena.
‘I don’t know any Ava.’
Kitty suddenly looked worried. ‘You don’t think it means Eve do you?’
‘Ask the spirit to
identify itself Kitty,’ instructed Sheena.
‘Spirit, who are you?’
The indicator lurched into
movement again.
H A N A H
‘Hannah Beamish? Are you
Hannah Beamish?’
Y E S
‘Why are you here?’
Y O U
Sheena turned to her and
grasped her arm, her hand trembling.
‘There is a connection somewhere you must
think.’
‘I don’t know of any
Ava’s,’ she answered.
‘Ask her.’
‘Hannah, who is Ava?’
F R E N D
‘Ava was your friend?’
Y E S
Gordon sat forward
suddenly. ‘Ask her if Ava was Mrs Leavenham’s grandmother.’
‘Now Gordon that’s far too
complicated a question,’ Sheena leaned towards Kitty. ‘It has to be simpler.’
Kitty stared at the board
thoughtfully. ‘Hannah, is Ava related to Sybil?’
The pointer remained still
under her fingers.
‘Well, we’ll take that as
a no then,’ sighed Gordon. ‘And we are none the wiser as to why she is here.’
‘It’s something to do with
you and somebody called Ava, is it a family member?’
‘I don’t know of anybody
called Ava in the family, I’m sure I would have remembered a name like that.’
Kitty sighed and sat back from the table, and
rested her shaking hands in her lap. She looked across at her husband.
‘And we didn’t see any Avas
in the records we have been looking at.’
‘You have been researching
this?’ queried Sheena.
‘Of course we have, you
would not believe what’s been happening here over the last few days,’ said
Gordon.
The three sat around the
table each lost in their thoughts until one by one they noticed a drop in the
temperature of the room.
‘It’s getting cold, this
is usually a sign that a spirit is close,’ Sheena closed her eyes. ‘Spirit show
yourself, make yourself known to us.’
‘No!’ Kitty said quickly. ‘That’s
not Hannah.’
A wave of nausea swept over her and she suddenly
retched, putting her hand up to her mouth. The faint fragrance of lavender that
had lingered around the room was suddenly swamped by a strange acrid smell.
‘A spirit draws near, I
feel that this is a male, he is not at rest. He is seeking something.’
She opened her eyes and
looked at Kitty in alarm. ‘He is being
drawn to you; he has a very negative aura Kitty.’
As she spoke the table
began to rock backwards and forwards, the Ouija board was violently swept from
the table by an unseen hand and sent flying across the room crashing into the
fireplace.
‘What’s happening?’ said
Sheena in a panic. ‘Spirits aren’t supposed to be aggressive like this.’
Their breaths were clearly
visible in the freezing room and Kitty began to shiver.
Gordon took her arm ‘Come
on let’s get out of here, it’s not safe.’
He pulled her up from the
chair and put an arm around her shoulder. Gordon looked across at the
frightened psychic.
‘Get your things Sheena
and come on.’
‘We should stay and try to
find out what this spirit wants, what it
needs to be at peace, don’t you think?’ she asked in doubtful voice.
‘You can stay if you want
to but we are leaving.’
The room grew darker.
‘It’s so cold,’ Sheena
clutched her bag to her chest. ‘I don’t know what to do,’ she confessed.
‘I thought you were
supposed to be the expert,’ Kitty snapped.
‘Let’s just go,’ Gordon
grabbed the arms of the two women and pulled them towards the hall. ‘We’ll
argue later.’
‘Nothing like this has
happened to me before; we just read tea leaves and used the Tarot cards.’
Kitty pulled her arm away
from Gordon’s grasp and swung around to face Sheena.
‘We assumed you knew what you were doing you
silly woman.’
‘I’m sorry; it wasn’t supposed
to be like this.’
‘Come on we’re going
Kitty, you too Sheena.’
Gordon pushed the two
women into the hall, Nero was already there whining and scratching at the front
door. It was hardly open before the dog pushed his way through and ran out
barking into the driveway.
‘I need my handbag
Gordon.’
‘Leave it, I’ll come back
later and get a few things.’
‘On your own?’
‘Weren’t you listening
Kitty?’ Gordon looked at her amazement and shook her arm. ‘Whatever or whoever
is being drawn to you. Do you really think I’m going to let you back into that
damn house?’
‘I think Gordon is right,
this spirit’s aura was so evil Kitty, you shouldn’t go anywhere near here.’
She looked nervously at
the house and edged away. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more but this is
beyond me.’
‘I was afraid this would
make it worse...’ he snapped turning on her. Catching sight of Kitty’s white
face he swallowed the rest of his sentence and did his best to talk calmly.
‘Let’s walk Sheena down to
the village,’ he suggested and turned to Sheena. ‘Could Kitty stay with you for
a while? Then I can come back and get the car.’
She looked at them
hesitating for a while. ‘Well...’
Kitty looked at the reluctant expression on
her face and said quickly ‘It’s okay, I’ll go and see if I can find Sybil while
I’m waiting for Gordon.’
Sheena breathed a visible
sigh of relief.
‘Well of course, you’re more than welcome to
come in and wait,’ she lied.
‘No really, I’ll be fine,’
Kitty looked at her husband. ‘If she’s not in then I will go and wait in the
church.’
‘Right I will just walk
you down there and then I’ll come back.’
‘We ought to ring Eve in
case she tries to get hold of us again.’ Kitty said looking doubtfully into the
hall.
Gordon pushed her away
from the door. ‘I’ll do that later, don’t worry.’
He pulled the front door
shut and followed the women along the drive.
Sheena was walking quickly
in front of them and was soon out of earshot.
‘I’m guessing she’ll be
taking up another hobby after this,’ he said drily watching her hurry past the
farm entrance.
Kitty smiled weakly. ‘I
don’t think she will be dropping in for coffee either.’
Gordon put an arm around
her shoulder. ‘You’re shivering; I should have picked up a coat for you.’
‘It’s okay I just feel a bit sick, it was that
awful smell. It was like something rotting,’ she raised a trembling
hand to her mouth.
‘Take a few deep breaths,’
he said peering at her pale face.
Kitty slowed and put a
hand to steady herself against the rough stone wall of the barn, she suddenly
gulped and started to retch, bending double she was violently sick against the
wall.
‘ Kitty,’ he exclaimed
supporting her with an arm around her waist as she continued to painfully
retch. ‘I’m so sorry, I should never have agreed to this.’ He looked at her
anxiously as she slowly straightened. ‘How are you feeling now?’
Kitty scrabbled in her
pocket for a tissue and shakily wiped her mouth.
‘That’s better I think.’
She blew her nose and leaned
back against the wall. Closing her eyes she rubbed her fore head.
‘ I’ve got such a thumping
headache.’
‘I should have picked up
my phone and we could have called Eve, she would have been able to come and
pick us up. What a fool!’ he said in exasperation. ‘Will you be alright to walk
down to Sybil’s?’ he brushed the hair back from her face and looked at her in
concern.
‘Just give me a minute, my
legs are shaking.’ After a while the colour returned to her face and she pushed
herself away from the wall, blew her nose and said ‘Okay let’s go.’
Kitty looped her arm
through his and he held it firmly while they walked slowly down the lane and
into the village.
The shop had opened by the
time they reached it but Sybil was not behind the counter, Gordon peered in the
door.
‘Hello,’ he called through the door. ‘Anybody
there? Sybil? Perhaps she is out the back or something,’ he said hopefully.
The door in the back of
the shop opened and a young man poked his head out.
‘Morning,’ he called.
‘Sorry to keep you,’ he backed through the door holding a tray of loaves. ‘We
have just had a delivery and I’m up to my neck this morning,’ he smiled
cheerfully at the couple standing in the doorway and placed the tray onto the
counter.
‘Can I help you with
anything?’
‘Yes,’ said Gordon
quickly. ‘We were looking for Sybil, is she here this morning?’
The young man shook his
head ruefully ‘I wish she was but she doesn’t work Wednesdays. She’s probably
at home,’ he looked at them curiously. ‘Do you know where she lives?’
‘Yes, yes we do, thanks.
We’ll go and see if she is at home.’
Kitty smiled faintly at
him as they moved away from the entrance to the shop.
‘Okay,’ he called and
started packing the loaves onto the shelf. Gordon waved his hand briefly and
guided Kitty back to the street.
’Okay?’ he asked anxiously
looking at her white face. ‘You’re a bit shaky still; will you be alright to
walk on a bit further?’
She nodded slightly and
sniffed. ‘Yeah I’m okay,’ she smiled slightly as they walked past the pub.
‘Fancy a pint?’
Gordon smiled slightly and
hugged her. ‘I don’t think they would let us in, do you?’
There was no sign of Sheena,
she had already disappeared into the Witch and Broomstick, the lights were off
and the door was firmly closed.
Kitty looked at the door
to the public bar. ‘Nope, I don’t think they are open for business this morning.’
