staring round in what could only be described as horror. It was as though something had pulled the skin on her face tighter, made it mask-like. She was striding towards him. ‘Did you hear that?’ she demanded. ‘Did you hear it?’
‘I? What?’ He’d been on the phone. What was he supposed to have heard?
‘That voice, calling “Mummy,” did you hear it?’
Harry looked all around, astonished and a little alarmed by the change in Gillian. ‘I heard something, I think, but I was saying goodbye.’ He held up the phone.
‘What?’ she demanded. ‘What did you hear?’
‘Well, a child, I thought. A child outside.’
She clutched his arm, her fingers tight on his bare skin. ‘No, it was inside. It was coming from inside the church.’
‘There’s no one else here,’ he said slowly. ‘These old buildings can be deceptive. Sound echoes in funny ways.’
Gillian had spun away from him, was half running back up the aisle. She reached the choir stalls and started searching them, peering down the length of first one then the other.
What on earth?
She was crossing the church, dragging out the organ stool, back again behind the altar, pulling up the cloth. He’d almost reached her when she seemed to give up. She sobbed once and almost fell to the tiled floor. Then she drew herself up and opened her mouth.
‘Hayley!’ she screamed.
Harry stopped. He’d heard voices in this church too. And the sound of people he couldn’t see moving around. Why did he have this overwhelming urge to look behind him?
He turned. There wasn’t a soul in the church but Gillian and himself.
‘Let’s get you home,’ he said. ‘You probably need to rest.’ If she gave him the name of her GP he could phone him, explain what was happening, see if he could get her immediate help. He could try and call in on her himself tomorrow after morning services were done. As he reached her she clutched at him.
‘You heard her, you heard Hayley.’ She was almost begging him, pleading with him to tell her she wasn’t losing her grip on reality.
‘I certainly heard a child,’ he said, although in all honesty, he wasn’t that sure. He’d been listening to a change in inflexion in a woman’s voice on the phone and wondering what it might mean. ‘It’s possible I heard the child saying “Mummy,” but, you know, the Fletcher children have been playing around the church for most of the afternoon. It could easily have been Millie that we heard.’
Gillian was staring at him.
‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Let’s get some fresh air, I’ll walk you home.’
Muttering a silent prayer that the Fletcher children, including the youngest, would be outside, Harry led Gillian out of the door and into the sunshine. They were halfway down the path when a toy arrow whizzed past them, making Gillian jump. Harry turned to the Fletchers’ garden on his right and found himself staring into the blue eyes of Joe Fletcher. A few yards away Tom was kicking a football against the wall of the house. Their sister sat on bare earth, digging in the soil.
‘Missed,’ said Harry, grinning at Joe.
Joe’s head shot round to see if his mother had noticed. She was hanging out washing and didn’t turn round.
‘Sorry,’ he mouthed. Harry winked.
‘Mouse,’ said Millie, her gaze fixed on something just a foot or two away. Her eyes gleamed and she reached out a chubby arm.
‘Millie, no, that’s a rat,’ called Harry. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alice spin round and drop what she was holding.
Tom stopped kicking as Harry jumped over the wall and landed in the soft earth of the Fletchers’ garden.
‘Gone,’ said Joe. The rat was scurrying towards the wall. Its fat, grey tail hovered for a second in the gap between two stones and then disappeared. Harry looked back at the churchyard. Gillian had disappeared too.
12
21 September
FIRST THE WHISPERS WERE IN A DREAM. AND THEN THEY weren’t. Tom had no idea when it changed, when he went from dream to real, but one minute he was fast asleep and then he was awake and the dream was slipping away. He thought perhaps there were trees, and something in the trees that was watching him. Maybe there was the church, but definitely whispering. He was totally sure about that. Because he could still hear it.
He sat up. The luminous numbers on the desk alarm clock told him it was 02.53. His parents were never up at this time. They’d be fast asleep, the