'Paper, maybe?' Tom was frowning at the sheet. 'That makes no sense though. Paper's like ... year two or something. We celebrated that last year. Maybe it means opal. That first P could be an O.'

'Maybe it's telling us its name,' Flo said breathlessly. Her rage of a moment before was gone, and she looked excited almost hyper with it. She refilled and then drained her gla.s.s with three reckless gulps and then set it unsteadily back on the floor. I saw that her silvery-grey top, the twin of one Clare was wearing, had a red-wine stain down one sleeve. 'They don't always perform to order you know. Let's ask it. What is your name, spirit?'

The pen started again, looping swiftly over the page in large, quickly formed letters that ate up the s.p.a.ce, scribbling over the other writing from before.

Pa ... I saw and then ... by further across the page. Then it slowed to a halt and Flo craned her head to read out the text.

'Papa Begby. Wow. Who on earth is that?'

She looked around the circle of shrugging shoulders and shaking heads.

'Nora?' Flo said suddenly. 'Do you know who that is?'

'Christ, no!' I said, reflexively. To tell the truth, I was more than a little creeped out. The other stuff had been fairly obvious joking around. This felt distinctly odd. The others looked as unnerved as I felt. Clare was chewing the end of a piece of hair. Nina was looking elaborately unconcerned but I could see her fingers playing with her lighter in her pocket, nervously twisting it around beneath the cloth. Tom looked frankly shocked, his face pale even in the dim light. Only Flo looked genuinely thrilled.

'Wow,' she breathed. 'A real spirit. Papa Begby. Maybe he's the guy who owned this croft? Papa Begby,' she spoke respectfully into the s.p.a.ce above our heads. 'Papa Begby, do you have a message for us here tonight?'

The pen started moving again, more jerkily this time.

M ... I read. For a moment my heart sank. Not more jokes about coffee.

M ... m ... m ...

The script went faster and faster and then there was a sudden crunch and the planchette grated to a juddering halt. Clare lifted it up and put her hand to her mouth.

'Oh Flops, I'm so sorry.'

I looked down at the table. The biro had gone clean through the page, and into the polished wood beneath.

'Your aunt-'

'Oh never mind,' Flo said impatiently. She pushed the planchette away and lifted up the sheet. 'What does it say?'

We all looked, reading over her shoulder as she turned the page slowly this way and that, reading the curving spiral of writing.

M m mmmmuurderrrrrrrrrrrrrer 'Oh my G.o.d.' Tom put his hand to his mouth.

'That's not funny,' Nina said. Her face was pale and she took a step back from the group, scanning our faces. 'Who wrote that?'

'Look,' Tom said, 'hands up, I did the coffee one. But I didn't say that I wouldn't!'

We all looked at each other, searching for guilt in each other's eyes.

'Maybe you're barking up the wrong tree,' Flo said. Her flush was back, but this time I thought it had an edge of triumph rather than anger. 'Maybe it was a real message. After all, I know some things about you, about you all.'

'What do you mean?' Tom said. His voice was wary. 'Clare, what's she on about?'

Clare said nothing, just shook her head. Her face was quite white, her lips bloodless beneath the gloss. I found I was breathing hard and fast, almost hyperventilating.

'Hey,' Nina said suddenly. Her voice had an odd, far-away quality. 'Hey, Nora, are you OK?'

'I'm fine,' I said, or tried to say. I wasn't sure if the words came out. The room seemed to be closing in even as the great gla.s.s window opened out, like a mouthful of pointed piney teeth, waiting to swallow us all. I felt hands grabbing at my arms, pushing me down on the sofa, my head between my knees.

'You're all right,' I heard Nina's firm voice, and suddenly it was easy to remember that she was a doctor, a professional medic and not just a friend that I went drinking with every few months. 'You're all right. Someone get a bag, a paper bag.'

'Drama queen,' I heard Flo say in an angry hiss, and she stomped out of the room.

'I'm fine,' I said. I tried to sit up, pushing away Nina's hands. 'I don't need a paper bag. I'm OK.'

'You sure?' Nina looked into my face, searchingly. I nodded, trying to look convincing.

'I'm absolutely fine. Sorry, I don't know why I came over so funny. Too much wine. But I'm all right, I promise.'

'Too much drama,' Tom said under his breath, but he said it soberly, and I knew he didn't mean me.

'I just- I think I'll go and get some fresh air. It's too hot in here.'

It was hot, the stove was pumping out heat like a furnace. Nina nodded.

'I'll come with you.'

'No!' I said, more violently than I meant. And then, more calmly, 'Honestly, I'd rather be by myself. I just want a breather. OK?'

Outside, I stood with my back against the sliding gla.s.s doors of the kitchen. The sky above was deep blue velvet and the moon was astonishingly white, ringed with a pale halo of frost. I felt the cold night air envelop me, the chill cooling my hot face and sweaty palms. I stood, listening to the pounding of my own heart, trying to slow its beats, trying to calm down.

It was absurd to be so ridiculously panicked. There was nothing to say the message was about me. Though, what was it Flo had said at the end?

I know some things about you ...

What had she meant? Which one of us was she talking to?

If it was me, there was only one thing she could have been referring to. And Clare was the only person who knew what had happened. Had she told Flo?

I wasn't sure. I wanted to think not. I tried to remember all the secrets I'd confided to Clare over the year, secrets she'd kept faithfully.

But I remembered going back to school to sit my French comprehension exam, and one of the other girls in the queue putting a hand on my arm. I'm so sorry, she'd said, you're so brave, and there was genuine pity in her face, but also a kind of glee, the sort you see sometimes when teens are interviewed about the tragic death of a friend. The sadness is there, and it's real, but there's an underlying thrill at the drama of it all, the realness of it all.

I didn't know for sure what she meant she might have been talking about me and James breaking up. But her reaction seemed extreme for that, and I began to wonder if Clare had told someone what had happened. All through the exam I worried, and worried at the question. And by the time the two hours was up, I knew what I had to do. Because I knew that the doubt would send me insane.

I never went back.

Now, I shut my eyes, feeling the cold on my face, and the snow penetrating my thin socks, and listening to the soft sounds of the night, the crackle and rush of snow-laden branches breaking beneath their weight, the hoot of an owl, the strange haunting shriek of a fox.

I had never lived in the country. I'd grown up on the outskirts of Reading, and then moved to London as soon as I turned eighteen. I'd lived there ever since.

But I could imagine living here, in the silence and the solitude, only seeing people when you wanted to. I wouldn't live in a vast gla.s.s bell jar, though. I'd live somewhere small, inconspicuous, part of the landscape.

I thought of the crofter's cottage that had once stood here, before it had been burned to the ground. I imagined a long, low building, its silhouette like an animal trying to go to ground, like a hare flattening its form into the gra.s.ses. I could have lived there, I thought.

When I opened my eyes the light blazing from the house onto the snow hurt my retinas. It was so brash, so wasteful like a golden lighthouse, beaming its presence into the darkness. Only ... a lighthouse was to tell ships to keep away. This place felt more like a beacon, like a lantern drawing in the moths.

I shivered. I must stop being so superst.i.tious. This was a beautiful house. We were lucky to be staying here, even for just a few days. But I did not like it, I didn't trust Flo, and I couldn't wait to be away tomorrow morning. I wondered how early I could decently leave. Nina and I had seats on the 5 p.m. train, but my ticket was flexible.

'Are you OK?' The voice came from behind me, followed by a long exhalation of cigarette smoke, and I turned and saw Nina standing there, f.a.g in one hand, the other arm wrapped around her ribs against the cold. 'Sorry. I know you said you wanted to be alone. I just ... I needed a f.a.g. Needed to get away. Ugh, that Flo! She gives me the heebie-jeebies. What was all that weird stuff about knowing secrets about us?'

'I don't know,' I said uncomfortably.

'It was probably just bulls.h.i.t.' Nina dragged on her f.a.g. 'But I must admit, I was sitting there ticking off all the stuff I've told Clare over the years and it wasn't a very comfortable feeling, thinking about what she might have pa.s.sed on to Flo. And Tom looked pretty shaken up, didn't he? Wonder what the skeleton in his closet is?'

'I don't know,' I repeated. The cold was starting to strike through to my bones, and I shivered.

'I think Melanie had it right,' Nina said at last. 'Flo's not normal. And her weirdness about Clare "not healthy" is an understatement. All that copying Clare's clothes it's a bit Single White Female, isn't it? If you ask me, she's a couple of Xanax away from re-enacting the shower scene in Psycho.'

'Oh for G.o.d's sake,' I snapped. Flo was odd, but that was really not fair. 'She's not psycho, she's just not very confident. I know what it's like, always feeling second best. Clare's not always the easiest person to be friends with.'

'No. No, don't try to make excuses for her, Nora. The clothes and stuff I mean, whatever, it's weird, but if Clare wants to put up with it, it's her call. But that little exhibition tonight was directed squarely at us, and I'm not having it. Look, I was thinking, tomorrow- I know we're booked on the five p.m., but-'

'But can we go early? I was thinking the exact same thing.'

'I've had it up to here, to be honest. If I was sober I'd go tonight but I'm in no state to drive. What do you reckon straight after breakfast?'

'Flo will flip,' I said soberly. There were more activities planned for tomorrow; I wasn't sure what, but the instructions had been clear leave at 2 p.m., not before.

'I know. I was actually thinking ...' Nina took a long drag. 'I was thinking we could just slip away. Is that cowardly?'

'Yes,' I said definitely. 'Very.'

'Oh all right.' She sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke, white in the moonlight. 'Maybe I can invent some sort of hospital crisis. I'll think of an excuse tonight.'

'How would you know?' I said. 'Given there's no mobile reception and no phone?'

'Well that's another f.u.c.king thing, isn't it. Supposing the crazed locals do come up the hill, banjos playing, pikes alight, what the h.e.l.l are we supposed to do? Throw s...o...b..a.l.l.s at them?'

'Don't be so melodramatic. There aren't any crazed locals. Flo's aunt probably torched the place herself as an insurance job and blamed it on the farmers.'

'I hope you're right. I've seen Deliverance.'

'I'm happy for you, but back to the problem in hand ...'

'Oh, I'll just pretend a stray text got through overnight. Anyway even if Flo doesn't believe me, what can she say?'

Plenty, was my guess, but unless she barricaded the door, I didn't think it would work to deflect Nina.

There was a long silence, Nina blowing smoke rings with her cigarette into the still night air, me huffing out clouds of white breath.

'What happened back there?' Nina asked at last. 'That little panic attack, I mean. Was it the message?'

'Sort of.'

'But you didn't think it was about you, did you?' She looked at me sideways, curiously, and blew out a smoke ring. 'I mean, what could you have possibly done to kill someone?'

I shrugged. 'No, not really. Anyway, it might not have been murderer. It could have been murder. There were so many repeats I'm not sure what the word actually was.'

'What, like a warning you mean?' Nina asked. 'The crazed locals coming up the hill with their pitchforks?'

I shrugged again.

'I'm not going to lie,' she puffed out another ring, 'I thought maybe it was directed at me. I mean I've never killed anyone purposely, but there's people who've died because of mistakes I made, for sure.'

'What you thought it was a genuine message?'

'Nah.' She took another drag. 'I don't believe in any of that kind of thing. I just meant, I thought someone was taking a stab in the dark, trying to wind me up. It was definitely Flo, no question. I think she was p.i.s.sed off because we were messing around at the beginning and decided to punish us. I did that tequila message. She probably knew.'

'Do you think?' I looked up at the clear sky. It was not black, but deep, navy blue, a colour so pure it made my eyes hurt. Far up a satellite was travelling towards the moon. I tried to think back, to Flo's face as she read out the word, to her closed eyes and rapturous expression. 'I don't know. I've been standing out here trying to think it out, but I'm not sure it was her. She looked genuinely shocked. And she was the only person who really believed in the whole thing. I don't think she'd have messed with the spirits by pushing it.'

'So now you reckon it was real?' There was scepticism in Nina's voice. I shook my head.

'No, I didn't mean that. I think someone was pushing it. I'm just not sure it was her.'

'So what that leaves, Tom and Clare?' Nina dropped her cigarette and ground it out in the snow with a hiss. 'Really?'

'I know. That's partly what upset me. I think it was ...' I stopped, trying to disentangle my unease at the whole thing. 'It wasn't the message, it was the spite. Whatever you think, whoever you think did that, human or not, it was a horrible thing to say. Someone in that room wanted to f.u.c.k with our heads.'

'And they did.'

We both turned to look back at the house. Through the window I could see Clare moving around the living room, rounding up gla.s.ses and picking nuts out of the carpet. Tom was nowhere to be seen I guessed he had gone up. Flo was loading the dishwasher in the kitchen with a nervous, savage energy, crashing the gla.s.ses in so hard I was surprised they didn't break.

I didn't want to go back in. For a second, in spite of the snow, in spite of the sub-zero temperatures that were already making me shiver, I was seriously tempted to borrow Nina's keys and sleep in the car.

'Come on,' Nina said at last. 'We can't stay out here all night. Let's go back in, say good night and head straight up. Then first thing in the morning, we're out of here. Right?'

'All right.'

I followed her back through the kitchen door, and closed it behind us.

'Lock it, please,' Flo said shortly. She looked up from the dishwasher. Her face was bleary, her mascara halfway down her cheeks, her hair straggling down her face.

'Flo, leave it,' Nina said. 'Please. I promise we'll help in the morning.'

'It's fine,' Flo said tightly. 'I don't need any help.'

'All right!' Nina threw up her hands. 'You said it. See you at breakfast.' She turned and then muttered, 'f.u.c.king martyr,' as she left the room.

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