somehow slipped through that tiny gap. Mother Malkin was back and she was wick, her body soft and pliable enough to slip through the narrowest of gaps.
She was already in the cellar.
We never used the cellar now but I remembered it well enough. It had a dirt floor and it was mostly full of old barrels. The walls of the house were thick and hollow, which meant that soon she could be anywhere inside the walls, anywhere in the house.
I glanced up and saw the flicker of a candle flame in the window of Alice ’s room. She was still up. I went inside, and moments later I was standing outside her bedroom door. The trick was to tap just loud enough to let Alice know I was there without waking anybody else up. But as I held my knuckles close to the door ready to knock, I heard a sound from inside the room.
I could hear Alice ’s voice. She seemed to be talking to someone.
I didn’t like what I was hearing but I tapped anyway. I waited a moment, but when Alice didn’t come to the door, I put my ear against it. Who could she be talking to in her room? I knew that Ellie and Jack were already in bed, and anyway I could only hear one voice and that was Alice ’s. It seemed different, though. It reminded me of something I’d heard before. When I suddenly remembered what it was, I moved my ear away from the wood as if it had been burned and took a big step away from the door.
Her voice was rising and falling, just like Bony Lizzie’s had when she’d been standing above the pit, holding a small white thumb-bone in each hand.
Almost before I realized what I was doing, I seized the door handle, turned it and opened the door wide.
Alice, her mouth opening and closing, was chanting at the mirror. She was sitting on the edge of a straight- backed chair, staring over the top of a candle flame into the dressing-table mirror. I took a deep breath, then crept nearer so as to get a better look.
Being a County spring and after dark the room had a chill to it, but despite that there were big beads of sweat on Alice ’s brow. Even as I watched, two came together and ran down into her left eye and then beyond it onto her cheek like a tear. She was staring into the mirror, her eyes very wide, but when I called her name she never even blinked.
I moved behind the chair and caught the reflection of the brass candlestick in the mirror, but to my horror the face in the mirror above the flame didn’t belong to Alice.
It was an old face, haggard and lined, with coarse grey and white hair falling like curtains across each gaunt cheek. It was the face of something that had spent a long time in the damp ground.
The eyes moved then, flicking to the left to meet my gaze. They were red points of fire. Although the face cracked into a smile, the eyes were burning with anger and hate.
There was no doubt. It was the face of Mother Malkin.
What was happening? Was Alice already possessed? Or was she somehow using the mirror to talk to Mother Malkin?
Without thinking, I seized the candlestick and swung its heavy base into the mirror, which exploded with a loud crack followed by a glittering, tinkling shower of falling glass. As the mirror shattered, Alice screamed, loud and shrill.
It was the worst screech you can possibly imagine. It was filled with torment and it reminded me of the noise a pig sometimes makes when it’s slaughtered. But I didn’t feel sorry for Alice, even though now she was crying and pulling at her hair, her eyes wild and filled with terror.
I was aware that the house was quickly filled with other sounds. The first was the cry of Ellie’s baby; the second was a man’s deep voice cursing and swearing; the third was big boots stamping down the stairs.
Jack burst furiously into the room. He took one look at the broken mirror, then stepped towards me and raised his fist. I suppose he must have thought it was all my fault, because Alice was still screaming, I was holding the candlestick, and there were small cuts on my knuckles caused by flying glass.
Just in time, Ellie came into the room. She had her baby cradled in her right arm and it was still crying fit to burst, but with her free hand she got a grip on Jack and pulled at him until he unclenched his fist and lowered his arm.
‘No, Jack,’ she pleaded. ‘What good will that do?’
‘I can’t believe you’ve done that,’ Jack said, glaring at me. ‘Do you know how old that mirror was? What do you think Dad will say now? How will he feel when he sees this?’
No wonder Jack was angry. It had been bad enough waking everybody up, but that dressing table had belonged to Dad’s mam. Now that Dad had given me the tinderbox, it was the last thing he owned that once belonged to his family.
Jack took two steps towards me. The candle hadn’t gone out when I’d broken the mirror but when he shouted again it began to flicker.
‘Why did you do it? What on earth’s got into you?’ he roared.
What could I say? So I just shrugged, then stared down at my boots.
‘What are you doing in this room anyway?’ Jack persisted.
I didn’t answer. Anything I said would only make it worse.
‘Stay in your own room from now on,’ Jack shouted. ‘I’ve a good mind to send the pair of you packing now.’
I glanced towards Alice, who was still sitting on the chair, her head in her hands. She’d stopped crying but her whole body was shaking.
When I looked back, Jack’s anger had given way to alarm. He was staring towards Ellie, who suddenly seemed to stagger. Before he could move, she lost her balance and fell back against the wall. Jack forgot about the mirror for a few moments while he fussed over Ellie.
‘I don’t know what came over me,’ she said, all flustered. ‘I suddenly felt light-headed. Oh! Jack! Jack! I nearly dropped the baby!’
‘You didn’t and it’s safe. Don’t worry yourself. Here let me take her…’
Once he had the baby in his arms, Jack calmed down. ‘For now, just clear this mess up,’ he told me. ‘We’ll talk about it in the morning.’
Ellie walked across to the bed and put her hand on Alice ’s shoulder. ‘ Alice, you come downstairs for a bit while Tom tidies up,’ she said. ‘I’ll make us all a drink.’
Moments later they’d all gone down to the kitchen, leaving me to pick up the pieces of glass. After about ten minutes I went down there myself to get a brush and pan. They were sitting round the kitchen table sipping herb tea, the baby asleep in Ellie’s arms. They weren’t talking and nobody offered me a drink. Nobody even glanced in my direction.
I went back upstairs and cleared the mess up as best I could, then went back to my own room. I sat on the bed and stared through the window, feeling terrified and alone. Was Alice already possessed? After all, it had been Mother Malkin’s face staring back out of the mirror. If she was, then the baby and everyone else was in real danger.
She hadn’t tried to do anything then, but Alice was relatively small compared with Jack, so Mother Malkin would have to be sly. She’d wait for everyone to go to sleep. I’d be the main target. Or maybe the baby. A child’s blood would increase her strength.
Or had I broken the mirror just in time? Had I broken the spell at the very moment when Mother Malkin was about to possess Alice? Another possibility was that Alice had just been talking to the witch, using the mirror. Even so, that was bad enough. It meant I had two enemies to worry about.
I needed to do something. But what? While I sat there, my head whirling, trying to think things through, there was a tap on my bedroom door. I thought it was Alice so I didn’t go. Then a voice called my name softly. It was Ellie, so I opened the door.
‘Can we talk inside?’ she asked. ‘I don’t want to risk waking the baby. I’ve only just got her off to sleep again.’
I nodded, so Ellie came in and carefully closed the door behind her.
‘You all right?’ she asked, looking concerned.
I nodded miserably but couldn’t meet her eyes.
‘Would you like to tell me about it?’ she asked. ‘You’re a sensible lad, Tom, and you must have had a very good reason for what you did. Talking it through might make you feel better.’
