trying not to make any noise, and as I do, a dreadful cold air rushes through me, like Iâve just stepped through something or someone. Then the air slithers across me and is gone. Before I can reach the bed, a voice comes on the computer. It makes me freeze until I realise itâs just the voice of a news reporter.
â Police are appealing for the publicâs help to locate a girl reported missing in the small town of Gideon, in the stateâs north-west. Matilda Sarenson, fourteen, was last seen at the Gideon Showgrounds at 7.00pm on Saturday 20 September. Police and relatives have attempted to contact Matilda by phone, but it appears her mobile has been turned off since Saturday night. Police from Local Area Command were alerted to the disappearance yesterday afternoon. Her mother is concerned she may have run away. Anyone with information about Matildaâs whereabouts should immediately contact police.â
As I return to the laptop, thereâs a picture of Tillyâs face. It chills me to look at her, because Iâm sure sheâs trying to tell me something. I click on the other link and end up on a feature article from the local paper. Her mum is quoted in it. âTilly was really excited about the Royal Show. She was going to be in the parade and I have no idea why she would have walked away before then. Iâve spoken to her friends and they think that maybe she did a runner. I just want my baby back.â
They mention her birthday and itâs three days before mine. Sheâs a Leo. King of the lions. I close my eyes and try to see her, but I canât. Sheâs not in my head anymore. All I see is water. Coughing, I open my eyes fast to stop the feeling. And thereâs water on my arm. I check it to make sure itâs not spit or something gross that Iâve coughed up onto myself, but itâs thin like water. I rub my arm against my doona cover, and when I look back at the computer screen, Tillyâs still staring at me. Whatâs she trying to tell me? The last sentence of the article mentions her boyfriend Danny Taylor. And I know itâs him. It has to be. How many Dannys can there be in one small town?
The sick feeling spreads through my body and I canât stop it. Itâs like my whole body feels this dread. I head for the stairs. I have to be quick if Iâm going to make it. The only crap thing about living in the attic is that the toilets are downstairs.
Mum hears me vomiting in the bathroom. I shake her off, pretending Iâm fine, but Iâm white and shivering. She asks if I want to go to bed, but I donât want to go back up there, not now, so I pretend I canât make the stairs. She parks me on the couch and thatâll do for tonight. The couch is safe. I love this old thing. I used to sit next to Ruby here when she was sleeping over and weâd stay up watching trashy movies. I can lose myself easily in them.
âWhatâs up with you?â Max says, staring at me from the doorway. I must look awful or maybe heâs staying away from me because he doesnât want to start vomiting too.
âDo you ever feel like this house is a bit ââ I start.
âCreepy?â he says.
âYou feel it too?â I jump at the idea that Iâm not losing my mind.
âNah,â he says. âItâs just a house. Youâre weird, Lil.â
As he slouches off, I hear the basketball bounce down the hallway. Itâs like he canât go anywhere now without bouncing it. Maybe heâs right. I am weird. Maybe thereâs nothing creepy about this house and itâs all in my mind. Anyway down here on my old couch, Matilda Rose canât find me. But her name snakes through my head. I canât stop it. I canât stop seeing the letters in her name and as I do, Iâm sure Ruby is right. The letter I thought was an F is actually an E, which means those carvings on the floor werenât meant for