question seemed to puzzle Claire. âIt wasâit must have been something in her posture. I think she was worried because something was coming. Something very bad, and there was nothing she could do about it. Anyway, I just kept on watching, for two, maybe three minutes. Then I heard somebody driving down the hill and I glanced in that direction. It was Sam in his old green pickup truck, coming back with the groceries from town. When I looked back at the house, she was gone.â
Ruby felt no surprise. âJustâ¦gone? No theatrics, no crash-bam-boom?â
Claire nodded. Her brown eyes were very large in her pale, heart-shaped face. âBut hereâs the thing, Ruby. Thereâs no way to get up to the widowâs walk now, or to get down. There used to be a ladder and a trapdoor on the third floor, and when I was a kid, my mother would take me up there sometimes. She always held tight to my hand, which was good, because itâs highâalmost forty feet off the groundâand the slate roof is steep. But after Aunt Hazel died and Mr. Hoover took over the management of the house, he had the ladder taken away and the trapdoor nailed shut. He told me he had been thinking of renting the place to summer visitors, and he didnât want any little kids playing Superman off the roof.âShe stopped twisting her ring and flexed her fingers. âI looked, Ruby. That trapdoor is still nailed shut.â
Ruby took a breath. âSo you went to the phone and called me.â She frowned. âNo, you couldnât have done that, because thereâs no phone in the house. Right?â
âRight.â She looked uncomfortable. âThis is going to sound pretty silly, but the truth is that I wasâ¦well, the only way I can say it is that I got a message to call you.â
âA message?â Ruby asked in surprise. âWho?â
Claire shrugged. âI donât know who. It justâ¦it just popped into my head when I was coming downstairs from checking the trapdoor.
Call Ruby.
And then, as if there might be some mistake,
Call Ruby Wilcox.
But when I thought about it, I realized that it was exactly the right thing to do, not just because youâre my oldest friend, but because you saw her. You saw her
first
. So I got in the car and drove out to the county road, where I got a signal. I could have texted you, probably, but I thought this was way too complicated for that.â Now, Claireâs words were tumbling out in a breathless rush. âThis whole thing is so wild, RubyâI mean, really
bizarre.
The house itself is bad enough, the crazy, crooked way it was cobbled together in the first place, as if Mrs. Blackwood was making it up as she went along. And thereâs the wind and the weird weather that seems to happen here and nowhere else. And on top of that, thereâs this ghost or poltergeist or whatever she is, and Iâm at a loss toââ
âPoltergeist?â Ruby interrupted. âHave thereâ¦have you seen or heard anything else? Besides the woman, I mean?â
Claireâs glance slid away. âActually, yes. Iâve heardâ¦â Her voice trailed off. âBut maybe you wonâtâ¦â
âTry me,â Ruby said. âWhatâs going on?â
âI wish I
knew
.â Claireâs voice was dry and scratchy. âBut since you ask,well, yes, Iâve heard a few things. Thereâs a harp in the music room, Iâve heard thatâno melody, just a faint jangle, like fingers running across the strings. A foghorn, distinct but far awayâand of course, the closest foghorn is over on the Gulf coast. The wind whistling in the eaves, even when thereâs not a breath of a breeze.â She cast an apprehensive glance at the pans hanging from the rack over the worktable. âThose pans rattling. A bell tinkling, a ball bouncing, a window breaking. A woman cryingâweeping as if her heart would break. The
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