Remains of an Altar

‘Your leg muscles ache like anything at first, but it’s worth it. Listen, I’m sorry, I’ve never been in this sort of … I was going to look for your website on the computer at work, but there was always somebody there. I don’t want you to feel I’m wasting your time, that’s all. I don’t even know if there’s a charge.’

‘Er … no.’

‘Bit nervous now,’ Hannah said.

‘Actually,’ Merrily said, ‘I’ve never had a case of possession. Shameful thing for a so-called exorcist to say, but there we are. So … what’s it like?’

‘What’s it like?’ Hannah grinned. ‘You having me on? I don’t know what to say. I’m not a person that gets scared. I’d love a dog, mind, but I’d have to leave him in when I went to work and that wouldn’t be fair.’

‘Got the same problem, Hannah. Sorry, I don’t even know your last name.’

‘Bradley. That’s my married name. It’s a bit better than what I was called before – Catterall – so I thought at least the bugger can leave me that. Look – this is just between us, right?’

‘Don’t worry.’

‘I think about it all the time, but it’s still hard finding the words,’ Hannah said.

‘It was next to me. That close. I’m not kidding.’

Spacing it out with her hands, looking at Merrily for signs of disbelief. Merrily just nodded. Hannah wet her lips with her tongue.

‘Mouth’s gone all dry now. Can I get a … ?’

Hannah brought a can of Diet Pepsi for each of them and sat herself down again, rolling the cold can between her hands.

‘It’s a long hill, and I’m not that brave yet that I can just let go. I’d be sod-all use in the Tour de France, I tell you.’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t know why I’m laughing, I was—’

‘Which side was it on?’

‘Towards the middle of the road. That side. I keep as close as I can to the verge ’cos some of these drivers are bloody maniacs.’

‘And it was … this was definitely another bike.’

‘What it’s like … it’s like when two of you are going along side by side and you turn your head to say something and … nothing! Soon as you turn your head … gone. First couple of times I was thinking it was me, how you do.’

‘This is the daytime?’

‘Morning … afternoon. I don’t take the bike out at night, I’m not stupid.’

‘What happens when you don’t turn your head?’

‘That’s what I was coming to. If you don’t look, you can see it. If you keep your eyes on the road ahead and you don’t—Sounds daft, I know. In fact, that’s wrong. You can’t see it, that’s not what I meant. You’re just fully aware of it. It absolutely completely exists. Two of you biking along side by side. And you can feel the wind coming at you along the hedge, but on the other side you’re shielded from it by … by this other cyclist. Really. Honest to God.’

‘And how do you feel when that’s happening?’

‘At first … just weird. Uncomfortable. So I’d keep turning and looking, just to get rid of it. And then … Oh God … I was so busy looking to the side I nearly went into the back of a tractor and trailer that’d just pulled in to the side. Another second I’d’ve been splat. Great big metal trailer. Go into that on a bike it’s broken bones at least, Mrs Watkins.’

‘Merrily.’

‘That’s nice. Merr-ily. Have you got to be psychic for your job?’

‘Not essential. Sometimes it can be counter-productive. What happened after the trailer incident?’

‘We’ve come to the bit I don’t like.’

‘I don’t think I’d like any of it.’

‘What happened … I thought about what’d become of Robin if I was in an orthopaedic bed for six months, so I decided that if I ever again got the feeling there was somebody cycling next to me I’d have to stop looking to one side.’

‘Did you … ever think what it might be?’

Hannah shook her head.

‘I didn’t think too hard. You’d go daft, wouldn’t you? What I was really afraid of, to be quite honest, was that it might be a brain tumour or something. When you’ve got a child, these things…’

‘I know.’

‘So it was almost a relief when it…’

‘What was the bit you didn’t like?’

‘Well, like I say, if you keep on and you don’t look, it just becomes more and more real. And close. I didn’t like that. It was a day like this, maybe not quite so hot, but I could smell his sweat. And yet it was cold. Very cold, suddenly.’

‘It was a man, then.’

‘Oh yeh. I could smell his sweat. There’s something about a man’s sweat, i’n’t there? And his tobacco. Tobacco breath. Not like cigarettes – I used to smoke till I had Robin – this was real strong tobacco breath. And after a while – I’m just concentrating on pedalling as fast I can, see, just gripping the handlebars and gritting my teeth, no way was I going to stop – I was feeling his thoughts. Just look at my arms, Merrily, I’ve got goose bumps thinking about it. Feeling his thoughts! Not – don’t get me wrong – not what he was thinking, exactly. It was more the colour of his thoughts. The texture. The feeling of his thoughts. I’m not putting this very well, am I?’

‘You’re putting it brilliantly well, actually. You must’ve been very scared by now.’

‘I was afterwards. When I got to work the first time they thought I must be ill. My colleague at the information centre, she wanted to send me home in a taxi, but I needed to work. Talk to people. Get over it. I did go home by taxi that night, mind. Had to go back next day on the bus to pick up the bike.’

‘Anything happen then?’

‘No. It never does when you’re afraid it might.’

‘When you say you weren’t scared till afterwards…’

‘Because you’re too much like … too much like a part of it to be scared. That’s what I meant by possessed. He was there. He was breathing all over me. I was wearing shorts – this was a week or so ago, this was another time. I was wearing shorts like these, only a bit tighter, and he – I swear to God, I felt his hand on my thigh, and I was angry, instinctively, you know? Gerroff! And he bloody chuckled. He chuckled.’

‘You heard him chuckle?’

‘I felt him chuckle. And that’s worse. You feel him chuckling inside your head. That’s what I meant by being possessed.’

‘How long did it last, usually?’

‘Probably no more than a few seconds, but a lot can happen in a few seconds when it’s something that’s never happened before.’

‘And how many times?’

‘Three. No, four. Until I realized what was happening and just … got off.’

‘When you got off the bike, it was all right?’

‘I realized then that it only happened when I was on the bike. As if I was actually generating it by pedalling.’

‘And there was nothing wrong with you physically. Unlike the others, though, you never actually saw anything.’

‘Never.’

‘When did it last happen?’

‘Earlier this week.’

‘Same man?’

‘Oh, yeh.’