In fact that section of the book was disappointing: there didn’t seem to be a lot you could do. Being a priest, the writer thought that an exorcism, using candles and holy water, was the best way to draw out the possessor and release the victim, but he admitted that not all priests could do it and that very few could do it really well. It seemed to me that some of the priests who could do it were probably seventh sons of seventh sons and that was what really mattered.
After all that, Alice said she felt tired and went up to bed. I was feeling sleepy too. I’d forgotten how hard farm work could be and I was aching from head to foot. Once up in my room, I sank gratefully onto my bed, anxious to sleep. But down in the yard the dogs had started to bark.
Thinking that something must have alarmed them, I opened the window and looked out towards Hangman’s Hill, taking a deep breath of night air to steady myself and clear my head. Gradually the dogs became quieter and eventually stopped barking altogether.
As I was about to close the window, the moon came out from behind a cloud. Moonlight can show the truth of things - Alice had told me that - just as that big shadow of mine had told Bony Lizzie that there was something different about me. This wasn’t even a full moon, just a waning moon shrinking down to a crescent, but it showed me something new, something that couldn’t be seen without it. By its light, I could see a faint silver trail winding down Hangman’s Hill. It crept under the fence and across the north pasture, then crossed the eastern hay field until it vanished from sight somewhere behind the barn. I thought of Mother Malkin then. I’d seen the silver trail the night I’d knocked her into the river. Now here was another trail that looked just the same and it had found me.
My heart thudding in my chest, I tiptoed downstairs and slipped out through the back door, closing it carefully behind me. The moon had gone behind a cloud, so when I went round to the back of the barn, the silver trail had vanished, but there was still clear evidence that something had moved down the hill towards our farm buildings. The grass was flattened, as if a giant snail had slithered across it.
I waited for the moon to reappear so that I could check the flagged area behind the barn. A few moments later the cloud blew away and I saw something that really scared me. The silver trail gleamed in the moonlight and the direction it had taken was unmistakable. It avoided the pigpen and snaked round the other side of the barn in a wide arc to reach the far edge of the yard. Then it moved towards the house, ending directly under Alice’s window, where the old wooden hatch covered the steps that led down to the cellar.
A few generations back, the farmer who’d lived here used to brew ale which he’d supplied to the local farms and even a couple of inns. Because of that, the locals called our farm ‘Brewer’s Farm’ although we just called it ‘home’. The steps were there so that barrels could be taken in and out without having to go through the house.
The hatch was still in place covering the steps, a big rusty padlock holding its two halves in position, but there was a narrow gap between them, where the two edges of the wood didn’t quite meet. It was a gap no wider than my thumb, but the silver trail ended exactly there and I knew that whatever had slithered towards this point had 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.’
How could I tell her the truth? I mean, Ellie had a baby to care for, so how could I tell her that there was a witch somewhere loose in the house with a taste for children’s blood? Then I realized that, for the sake of the baby, I would have to tell her something. She had to know just how bad things were. She had to get away.
‘There is something, Ellie. But I don’t know how to tell you.’
Ellie smiled. ‘The beginning would be as a good a place as any ...’
‘Something’s followed me back here,’ I said, looking Ellie straight in the eyes. ‘Something evil that wants to hurt me. That’s why I broke the mirror. Alice was talking to it and—’
Ellie’s eyes suddenly flashed with anger. ‘Tell Jack that, and you certainly would feel his fist! You mean you’ve brought something back here, when I’ve got a new baby to care for? How could you? How could you do that?’
‘I didn’t know it was going to happen,’ I protested. ‘I only found out tonight. That’s why I’m telling you now. You need to leave the house and take the baby to safety. Go now, before it’s too late.’
‘What? Right now? In the middle of the night?’
I nodded.
Ellie shook her head firmly. ‘Jack wouldn’t go. He wouldn’t be driven out of his own house in the middle of the night. Not by anything. No, I’ll wait. I’m going to stay here and I’m going to say my prayers. My mother taught me that. She said that if you pray really hard, nothing from the dark can ever harm you. And I really do believe that. Anyway, you could be wrong, Tom,’ she added. ‘You’re young and only just beginning to learn the job, so it may not be quite as bad as you think. And your mam should be back at any time. If not tonight, then certainly tomorrow night. She’ll know what to do. In the meantime, just keep out of that girl’s room. There’s something not right about her.’
As I opened my mouth to speak, intending to have one more go at persuading her to leave, an expression of alarm suddenly came over Ellie’s face and she stumbled and put her hand against the wall to save herself from falling.
‘Look what you’ve done now. I feel faint just thinking about what’s going on here.’
She sat down on my bed and put her head in her hands for a few moments, while I just stared down at her miserably, not knowing what to do or say.
After a few moments she climbed back to her feet again. ‘We need to talk to your mam as soon as she gets back, but don’t forget, stay away from Alice until then. Do you promise?’
I promised, and with a sad smile Ellie went back to her own room.
It was only when she’d gone that it struck me ...
Ellie had stumbled for a second time and said she’d felt light-headed. One stumble could be just chance. Just tiredness. But twice! She was dizzy. Ellie was dizzy and that was the first sign of possession!
I began to pace up and down. Surely I was wrong. Not Ellie! It couldn’t be Ellie. Maybe Ellie was just tired. After all, the baby did keep her awake a lot. But Ellie was strong and healthy. She’d been brought up on a farm herself and wasn’t one to let things drag her down. And all that talk about saying prayers. She could have said that so that I wouldn’t suspect her.
But hadn’t Alice told me that Ellie would be difficult to possess? She’d also said that it would probably be Jack, but he hadn’t shown any sign of dizziness. Still, there was no denying that he had become more and more bad tempered and aggressive too! If Ellie hadn’t held him back he’d have thumped my head off my shoulders.
But of course, if Alice were in league with Mother Malkin, everything she said would be intended to put me off the scent. I couldn’t even trust her account of the Spook’s book! She could have told me lies all along! I couldn’t read Latin so there was no way to check what she’d said.
I realized that it could be any one of them. An attack could occur at any moment and I hadn’t any way of knowing who it would come from!
With luck, Mam would be back before dawn. She’d know what to do. But dawn was a long time off so I couldn’t afford to sleep. I’d have to keep watch all night long. If Jack or Ellie were possessed, there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t go into their room, so all I could do was keep an eye on Alice.
I went outside and sat on the stairs between the door to Ellie and Jack’s room and my own. From there I could see Alice’s door below. If she left her room, at least I’d be able to give a warning.
I decided that if Mam wasn’t back, I’d leave at dawn; apart from her, there was just one more chance of help...
It was a long night, and at first I jumped at the slightest sound - a creak of the stairs or a faint movement of the floorboards in one of the rooms. But gradually I calmed down. It was an old house and these were the noises I was used to - the noises you expected as it slowly settl
ed and cooled down during the night. However, as dawn approached, I started to feel uneasy again.
I began to hear faint scratching noises from inside the walls. It sounded like fingernails clawing at stone and it wasn’t always in the same place. Sometimes it was further up the stairs on the left; sometimes below, close to Alice’s room. It was so faint that it was hard to tell whether I was imagining it or not. But I began to feel cold, really cold, and that told me that danger was near.
Next the dogs began to bark, and within a few minutes the other animals were going crazy too, the hairy pigs squealing so loud you’d have thought the pig butcher had already arrived. If that wasn’t enough, the row started the baby crying again.
I was so cold now that my whole body was shaking and trembling. I just had to do something.
On the riverbank, facing the witch, my hands had known what to do. This time it was my legs that acted faster than I could think. I stood up and ran. Terrified, my heart hammering, I bounded down the stairs, adding to the noise. I just had to get outside and away from the witch. Nothing else mattered. All my courage had gone.
Chapter Thirteen
Hairy Pigs
I ran out of the house and headed north, straight for Hangman’s Hill, still in a panic, only slowing down when I’d reached the north pasture. I needed help and I needed it fast. I was going back to Chipenden. Only the Spook could help me now.
Once I’d reached the boundary fence, the animals suddenly fell silent and I turned and looked back towards the farm. Beyond it, I could just see the dirt road winding away in the distance, like a dark stain on the patchwork of grey fields.
It was then that I saw a light on the road. There was a cart moving towards the farm. Was it Mam? For a few moments my hopes were high. But as the cart neared the farm gate, I heard a loud hawking cough, the noise of phlegm being gathered in the throat and then somebody spat. It was just Snout, the pig butcher. He’d five of our biggest hairy pigs to deal with; once dead, each one took a lot of scraping so he was making an early start.