fire?’
‘I don’t think they’ll come to any harm upstairs, Paddy,’ Greg put in quietly. ‘Not if they’re together. Why don’t you go up, girls. It’s a good idea. Take those rugs with you to keep you warm. Sue’s had a nasty shock with the car crash, and Allie’s probably still suffering from exposure. A warm bed is the best place for both of you.’
The others watched in silence as the two girls climbed to their feet, and collecting armfuls of rugs and cushions, made their way to the door. Their unaccustomed silence was unnerving as they disappeared upstairs.
‘You shouldn’t have let them do that, Greg,’ Paddy said as soon as the staircase door shut behind them. ‘You know it’s not safe.’
‘What’s not safe?’ Cissy’s voice from the sofa was weak but perfectly lucid.
Greg grimaced at his brother. ‘Paddy was thinking about the noise those two make when they get together. It is the middle of the night.’
Cissy lay for a moment staring at the ceiling. ‘I was on my way to ask you to lunch,’ she said suddenly. ‘Someone jumped out in front of the Range Rover. I remember trying to miss him, and skidding…’ She looked up at Kate who sat down on the edge of the sofa beside her. ‘Did I hit him?’
Kate smiled reassuringly. ‘No. No one was hurt except poor old you.’
‘Joe…?’
‘Joe is upstairs asleep. Where you should be.’
‘Have I broken my ribs?’
‘Diana thought they were only badly bruised. You need to rest. I’m afraid we couldn’t get hold of a doctor – the phones are still not working – and it’s started to snow so hard Joe thought it better to stay here till morning.’ It sounded convincing and it was, after all, the truth.
‘The joint,’ Cissy cried suddenly, distracted. ‘My lovely joint will be burnt. What a shame.’ She put her hand to her head suddenly. ‘Oh, God, I’m so tired – ’
‘You could sleep in Paddy’s room, Mrs Farnborough,’ Greg said. ‘If you feel you can manage the stairs.’
She did. With Kate and Anne to help, Cissy washed her face, painfully removed her torn, bloody blouse, wrapped herself in Diana’s bathrobe and subsided into Paddy’s bed. In spite of her pain she was asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. On the landing outside, Kate and Anne looked at each other, their faces shadowed by the candle in Kate’s hand, then Kate opened the door of Alison’s bedroom and peered in. The two girls were huddled in the narrow bed, their heads very close on the pillow. Both were fast asleep. ‘They seem all right,’ Kate said softly as she closed the door on them.
Patrick had thrown on a couple more logs and the fire had sprung back into life. Kneeling before it, the poker in his hand, he was prodding it viciously as the two women returned to the room.
‘Everything all right up there?’ Greg asked.
Kate nodded. ‘Everyone seems to be asleep.’
‘No strange smells or earth where there shouldn’t be any?’
She shook her head.
‘Thank God. Perhaps we can settle down for some sleep too.’
‘I think we need to talk.’ Anne said thoughtfully. ‘And besides, I don’t think we should all sleep. The unconscious mind is very vulnerable when it is asleep. We need to stay on our guard.’
‘So you admit all this is supernatural.’ Greg watched her through narrow eyes as she settled on a cushion near the fire.
She shrugged. ‘I was trying to keep an open mind, but I certainly saw something out there…’ She paused. ‘I think you were right, this is some kind of phenomenon which is centred on Alison. I read some books about ghosts and poltergeists after I spoke to you, Kate. Your story intrigued me. There seem to be two theories: one, that all the strange events occurring are somehow centred on or created by the unconscious mind of, in this case, a teenage girl. That doesn’t make them less real, but they are subjective rather than objective phenomena. The second theory is that real spirits or ghosts – however you define them – are involved. In other words, external forces.’ She hesitated. ‘There are respected authorities who believe that poltergeists are actually disembodied spirits who feed off the emotional energy of people. Pubescent and teenage kids often have a lot of that to spare. If one believes one of those theories, one must also believe that the forces at work are powerful – powerful enough to light fires, move heavy objects and manifest physical symptoms like the soil and maggots which keep turning up here.’ She glanced from one to the other. ‘Poltergeists don’t usually hurt people. They are mindless and mischievous rather than malicious, perhaps taking their character from the person upon whom they are centred.’ Again she looked round. The others were watching her in silence. ‘Spirits, ghosts, whatever you call them can be a different matter. But even there, in the books I was reading anyway, where deaths have occurred, it is usually through a heart attack or a fall as someone ran away or reacted in terror – something indirect. Nowhere did I read of an actual physical attack, where someone was beaten to death.’
‘Unless the spirit had possessed a human and was using his or her strength to do it,’ Greg said slowly.
‘If we are assuming Marcus possessed Alison,’ Kate interposed. ‘But surely it’s the other way round. He was feeding her with his own strength. That is the point. She could never have done what she did on her own.’
‘Does it matter how she did it?’ Patrick put in suddenly. ‘What matters is how to stop it happening again, and to make Marcus go away.’
‘You’re right, Paddy.’ Anne drew up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, gazing into the fire.
There was a long silence.
‘So?’ Greg said at last. ‘How do we do it?’
Anne shrugged. ‘I wish I knew. If we had a priest we could try bell, book and candle. Holy water. That kind of thing.’
‘We haven’t got a priest.’ There was irritation in Greg’s voice. ‘Even if we believed in all that mumbo jumbo. We have got a psychologist – someone who understands the human mind. So, why don’t we assume that Alison is behind all this – that somehow she has attracted this ghost – and approach the problem through her.’
Kate glanced at her sister, and then at him. ‘He had a go at you, Greg, didn’t he? You said you felt him trying to take you over.’
Anne shot him a quick look. ‘Why didn’t you say before?’
‘Because I’m still not sure it wasn’t my imagination, that’s why.’
‘Tell me how it felt.’
Greg frowned. ‘It felt like someone going ten rounds with boxing gloves on inside my head. It felt unspeakably frightening. I was overwhelmed with rage and hatred which weren’t mine.’ He stared thoughtfully at the burning logs. ‘The first time it happened someone came up to me and he left; the second time I fought him off. I wondered if I was going out of my mind.’
‘And Allie couldn’t fight him. She didn’t know how to start,’ Kate put in quietly.
‘He used her until he had drained her energy,’ Greg went on thoughtfully. ‘So, how do we fight him?’ He looked at Anne.
Anne closed her eyes. ‘The trouble is I’m not a clinical psychologist. I’m not a psychotherapist. I’m particularly not a parapsychologist. I’m not sure that I know where to start.’
‘Start by talking to Allie.’
She shook her head. ‘That’s easy to say, but heavy-footed probing can be terribly dangerous.’
Paddy got up. He wandered restlessly over into the kitchen and picking up the kettle, he carried it across to the sink and began to fill it. ‘You said we shouldn’t go to sleep. You think Marcus might possess one of us?’ He was trying not to let his fear creep into his voice.
‘I think it unlikely, but I think we should be on our guard.’
‘What about the others upstairs? They are all totally unprotected.’
Kate bit her lip. ‘Shouldn’t we go and wake them?’
Anne shrugged. ‘Your father and mother didn’t seem worried about the risk. Nor Joe. They are older, of course. Maybe they don’t have any energy to spare. Susie and Cissy -’ She frowned. ‘It may be that their experiences have already depleted their energies so much that they would be no use to him anyway.’
‘I’ll go and look at them all again.’ Kate climbed to her feet.
The staircase was cold and dark as she stood looking up, the candle in her hand. She shaded the flame as it flickered and put her foot on the bottom step. Behind her, through the open door, she could see Paddy filling the
