Ghost Song by Mark L'Estrange

Author:Mark L'Estrange [L'Estrange, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2019-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

“Once more I was woken by the sound of hammering penetrating my slumber. I sat up with a start, convinced at first that it was only a dream. The fire was still burning, although the flames were barely visible. The radio station which I had been listening to was still on the air, but the programme had changed and in my half-asleep state I found the new music quite irritating, so I reached over and switched it off. I could see over my shoulder that the hall light was still burning, so at least the generator had not given up on me.

“I leaned forward with my elbows resting on my knees and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I strained to see my watch in the dim light afforded me by the last of the burning embers and saw that it was a little after eleven o’clock. I waited in my chair, convinced that at any moment I would hear the banging again. It was far too much of a coincidence for it just to have been a dream, I decided, and any moment now I could expect another battering on the scullery door.

“When it eventually came, as I knew it would, the knocking sounded different in some way; closer, and not as urgent as it had been before. As I rose from my chair it occurred to me that the noise was actually coming from the front door, and not from the back of the house. At first, I was not sure if this was something I should rejoice at or not. As I stood there in the hallway I pondered the likelihood of my nightly visitor deciding to use the front of the house, and compared to the other option =that on this occasion I had a late-night visitor of a more natural kind.

“I made my way to the front door and pressed my ear against the wood. I could hear the sound of the rain pelting against the side of the house, but nothing else, so I decided to call out and demand that whoever was outside identify themselves.”

“It’s me sir, Jarrow, and my wife.”

“I unlocked the door and sure enough, there stood the couple, soaking wet from the rain. I invited them both in, as it seemed to me that regardless for the reason behind their visit at such an hour, I could not very well leave them standing out on such a vicious night at the mercy of the elements. In truth, though I did not wish to admit it to myself at the time, I was really very glad of the company.

“Once they were inside I closed the door. I noticed that the wind had picked up quite considerably since I had arrived home, and now it felt as if it were blowing a full-scale gale. I invited the couple to remove their coats and to join me in the front parlour where at least there was still some warmth emanating from the fire.

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