Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 79

 Finally, we'd almost reached the top of the stairs. Despite his words and foreboding demeanour, I couldn't help but think Raven was being overly cautious during that long climb. Though it had probably seemed longer to me, each step accompanied by a pause, because my view ahead was blocked by his broad shoulders.

One stair short of the top he came to a dead stop, looking straight ahead. He made a noise, a kind of “Humph,” but I thought he's said something important.

“Pardon?” I asked, “What did you say?”

“Stay behind me,” he replied sternly, “And don't move until I say.”

As he took the final step, I saw what had caused him such alarm. There, in the middle of the landing, very neatly folded, sat a tiny pair of trousers. Raven stepped forward, brandishing a pencil he'd retrieved from his pocket. I moved to follow him, receiving a stern look for my trouble.


“No,” he said, wagging an admonishing finger, “Just stay where you are.” I did as he commanded, watching as he carefully bent forward to poke at the discarded garment.

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Monday, 28 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 78

 At the foot of the cellar stairs Oak stopped, holding his crystal high to cast light into every corner of the room. I was utterly astonished by what I saw, and I had to say as much.

“I don't understand,” I said, “I came down here just a few hours ago. It was a complete mess.” I pointed to a neatly stacked pile of boxes. “They'd all fallen over, half their contents spilled everywhere. I was even trapped underneath that big one. How can it be have gone back to being so tidy, so organised? Nobody else has been down here, not as far as I know. Surely we'd have heard them?”

“You have to understand, Edward,” Oak said, lowering his arm, “This is not your cellar.”

“It's not?” I asked, a bit shocked. “Well what is it, if not our cellar?”

“It is your cellar,” he replied slowly, “But it is also the idea of your cellar.”

I think my frown must have betrayed my confusion.

“It is the cellar of this house as you imagine it,” he continued.

“Yes, I know,” I told him, “But surely the mess should still be here?”


“Only you actually saw it though, didn't you?” he asked. “Not your wife, or son, his wife, or even the man who came to read the gas metre three weeks ago? All those people have an effect on the idea of your cellar.”

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Sunday, 27 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 77

 “Make sure you're thorough,” Fiona shouted as I left the living room, “Check everywhere.”

So when I got in the kitchen, that's exactly what I did. I started with the food cupboards, since they were nearest the door, shifting packets of cuppa soup and dusty tins of tuna, scouring every nook and cranny for any trace of our wayward midgets. The crockery cupboards came next, pushing piles of plates and chipped mugs from one side to another, leaving no plate or saucer unturned. When I got to the cupboard under the sink I had to fight my way past an avalanche of carrier bags, only to find half empty bottles of bleach and unused scourers. I even searched the kitchen draws, moving piles of tea towels and rolls of cling film.


There was nothing to be found, no trace at all. I turned my attention to the fridge, then the freezer, both of which had no secrets to discover. Finally I came to the washing machine, its' stainless steel drum sparkling and empty, and at last the dish washer. Pulling open the door I saw the rack was almost empty: no plates or cups, no glasses or bowls, but there in the centre, sat all alone, a tiny pair of shoes.

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Saturday, 26 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 76

 I followed Raven as he proceeded cautiously up the stairs. He paused to examine every step, poking at each riser with his finger.

“Do you think that's really necessary?” I asked, feeling a little bit frustrated. I just wanted to get on with it, you see, get up there and find the little rascals before they could do any damage.

“I have no idea what we're dealing with,” he replied, “Which is more unusual than you might think. In such circumstances, I believe it's better to be overly cautious rather than regret our haste at some point in the future.”

I have to say, I was struck by his candour, and I had to say as much. “That's very honest of you,” I replied, “I got the impression that you people like to appear in control.”

“Usually we do,” he said, pausing to tap the banister, “It helps to cut through the hysteria that often accompanies the situations we are called to attend.”

“But not now?” I asked, feeling a little bit cowed.


“No,” he replied ominously.

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Friday, 25 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 75

 I led Oak out of the living room, into the hallway, pausing at the cellar door. It was only as I reached inside to turn the light on that I remembered the bulb had gone.

“Bugger,” I muttered, turning to go back to the kitchen to fetch a torch.

“Allow me,” Oak said, producing a crystal the size of a child's fist from one of his many pockets. He shook the crystal vigorously, held it to his ear, then sniffed it.

“An hour or more,” he said, tapping it with his index figure, “That should allow us plenty of time.”

To my astonishment, the crystal began to glow. At first it held a dull, weak light that barely illuminated his finger tips, but as the seconds passed the light grew stronger and stronger, until it shone with the light of a hundred watt bulb.

“Shall we?” he asked, taking the lead into the dark stairs down to the cellar.

I felt like I wanted to apologize for the mess we'd find down there, despite the fact that it wasn't our fault. I was about to say so, when a quick glance ahead revealed the cellar to be perfectly neat and tidy.


“I think we should proceed with caution,” I said to Oak as I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Something untoward has been going on down here.”

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Thursday, 24 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 74

 “I will accompany you, if I may?” Oak said to Dad.

“Um....okay,” Dad replied, looking a bit startled and uncomfortable. “It's this way,” he continued, leading Oak out into the hallway.

“I am aware of the layout of your house...” I heard Oak say, the end of his sentence drowned out by the scrape of the cellar door opening. That's not a partnership made in heaven, I couldn't help thinking, there'll be trouble there soon enough.

“Perhaps you and I should search the upper floor,” Raven said to Mum before I could voice my concern.

“What a good idea,” Mum responded, stepping into the hallway. “After you,” she said, at the foot of the stairs, followed by the trudge of two pairs of feet ascending.

Which left Fiona and I, stood in my parent's living room. It was then that I was struck by the alarming notion that I really didn't know what to say to my own wife. Thankfully, it was she who broke the silence before it got too uncomfortable.

“Be a love,” she said with a warm smile, a smile that brought with it an unexpected feeling of relief, “Go and have a quick look in the kitchen, just to be on the safe side.”


So that's what I did.

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Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Episode 10 - Chapter 73

 “Too late for what?” I asked, the alarm and dread I was feeling making themselves at home in my stomach. I should have been getting used to that by then, I know, but each new turn of events felt like a new pit opening.

We all looked to Fiona, waiting for her to reply.

“I...” she started to speak, then stopped, mouth open, a heady cocktail of confusion and frustration danced in her eyes. “I don't know,” she said finally, “There's something going on with them, something I can't quite get a grip on.” She paused, rubbing her face, as if there were a film of dirt covering it, a film that somehow blocked her senses. “Yes, I know,” she continued, presumably in reply to her unseen accomplice.

“I don't know what they're up to,” she told us honestly, almost pleading. “They weren't supposed to be here. Whatever it is they're up to, it can't be good. We have to find them and stop them, before they spoil everything.”


“Well if that's the case,” Edward said, dusting at his trousers with the palms of his hands, “I'll go and look in the cellar.”

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