Straight ahead she saw shapes covered with white sheets. On top of the sheets, rested a haunted house-worth of dust and cobwebs. Maddy lifted up the pick axe and used the handle to waft away the thick strands of cobwebs in front of her. To her left she could just about make out some other large objects covered in layers of dust and spider webs. But it was like trying to see through a thick night mist.
She stepped closer and saw something surprising. It was a single bed and next to that, a bedside table on which sat a metal cup, a candlestick and a book. Strange that someone would have slept down here. She drew closer still and saw something else, something so gruesome she couldn’t help but scream a shriek of terror.
She stumbled back out of the room and up the stairs, slamming the cellar door shut, turning the key and locking it with shaking fingers. She made it into the kitchen and stared glassily around her, the grisly image still imprinted in her brain. She had to get out of the house.
Madison tripped and staggered through the hallway and out of the front door, letting it slam behind her. She ran down onto the large front lawn. It was almost pitch black outside now and Maddy would have given anything for a bit of reassuring daylight. Her first instinct was to run the half mile to Morris and Esther’s house. They would sort this out with their no-nonsense approach. But she dismissed the thought almost as soon as it popped into her head. She couldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her at a loss and needing their help.
Maddy sank down onto the grass and hugged her knees to her chest. She knew that what she’d seen wouldn’t hurt her, but she was freaked out just the same. For down there in the scuttling gloom, when she’d looked at the dust-covered bed, she’d seen something odd peeking out from under the covers. She had drawn closer and shone her torch directly at it.
The beam had illuminated the bone white face of a grinning skull. A dead person. A skeleton. Lying in the bed as though asleep.
Now, outside on the lawn, Maddy realised her breathing was rasping and shallow and she tried to take a steadying breath, tried to calm down. She couldn’t tell Ben about this, he’d freak even more than she had. He was pretty sensitive and she didn’t want to give him nightmares. It would certainly give her nightmares, probably for the rest of her life.
How would she ever find the courage to go back into the house? She couldn’t let Ben know why she was out here. He’d be home soon. Oh my God, a skeleton bricked up in the cellar! It was like something you read about or saw in a horror movie. Here she was, all alone in the grounds of a spooky house, no one else around and at least one dead body down there.
She remembered other stuff down there too - things covered over with dust sheets. She shuddered again and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. How could she live here now? With the creepiness of that. She remembered the cellar window was still open with the metal door jammed up against it, still attached to the winch cable. Well no way was she going anywhere near it tonight. It would have to stay like that.
Why had she been so desperate to look behind the door? She should have just left it alone. She could have carried on living in ignorant bliss. But no, she had charged ahead without thinking of any consequences. She shivered. Why couldn’t she get the image of that grinning skull out of her head? It was just a skeleton, it couldn’t hurt her. But why was it there? Why would someone shut another person up in a cellar?
God, maybe her ancestors were a bunch of psychopathic nutters. That would be just her luck. Yes, Maddy, here’s a beautiful house in the country and a few million quid, but your family were murderers and you have to go and live with the corpses of their victims.
Should she call the police? She didn’t want to. Mainly because she knew she and Ben shouldn’t really even be living here on their own without proper adult supervision. They were lucky Vasey-Smith had sorted it for them so no nosy social workers would come sniffing around asking questions. Maybe she should call the solicitor and ask him what to do? Oh God, she felt like her head was going to explode.
If she hadn’t fallen so in love with the place, she would just move out. But then she’d lose her allowance and the inheritance and they’d have nothing. She couldn’t lose all that just for the sake of a skeleton. They couldn’t go back and live with Trevor and Angie. Quite honestly, she’d rather sleep on the streets. She shivered and shuddered again. She’d just sit here until Ben came home and by that time, she might feel brave enough to go back inside. Yeah right.
Chapter Fourteen
1881
*
The small group were mesmerised by their discovery. The underground city was real and the implications of this were only just beginning to sink in. Careers would be made this day.
‘Here is the staircase,’ Alexandre said. ‘Shall we descend?’
They trooped down the long, almost vertical staircase.
‘Stay together, everybody,’ Alexandre’s father called out. ‘We do not know how big this place is. We already know it stretches for some miles and it would not do to get lost down here.’
They passed small rooms, large rooms, tunnels, artefacts and yet more staircases leading downwards.
‘I think we should go back up and work out how we are going to map the area,’ Harold said. ‘The place is so very vast we will need to work out a way to systematically mark out routes and catalogue our finds.’
‘You are right,’ Alexandre’s father agreed. ‘I am starting to get disorientated. Let us return to the surface for now.’
Alexandre blinked and squinted in the bright sunshine as he emerged from the deep hole in the ground. It felt wonderful to breathe in the afternoon air and feel the warmth of the sun on his chilled face.
There was so much to talk about. They sat around the remains of last night’s fire and told Jacques, Isobel, Leonora and Freddie what they had seen. Harold suggested a way to tackle the mammoth task ahead of them.
‘I think it would be prudent to explore one floor at a time to get the measure of how wide an area we are looking at. Alexandre, you walked for several hours before you reached us, but the city may also stretch out in other directions.’
‘Yes, that would be sensible,’ agreed Alexandre’s father. ‘But I am afraid that, for the first time, my curiosity and excitement are overcoming my pragmatism and I am desperate to discover how far down it extends.’
‘I am in agreement with you, Didier,’ said Maman. ‘I am simply dying to find out how deep down these caverns actually are.’
‘Good.’ Alexandre’s father seemed to reach a conclusion. ‘Harold, if you are happy to do it, will you start mapping the first level? In the meantime, Marie-Louise and I will descend to the lower levels to count the number of floors.’
‘May I accompany you, Didier?’ Victoria asked. ‘I too am bursting with curiosity.’ She glanced at her husband as she said this and Harold raised his eyes heavenward.
‘Of course,’ Papa agreed.
‘May we come too?’ Jacques asked, speaking on behalf of himself and Freddie.
‘I do not see why not. As long as you stay close. Leonora? Isobel? Are you coming?’
Leonora smiled and nodded, but Isobel shook her head vehemently.
‘Isobel,’ Leonora said. ‘I need you to accompany me. It will be fun I promise you. We shall hold hands and explore together.’
‘I am afraid,’ Isobel admitted, hanging her head.
‘Then we shall admire you all the more for overcoming your fear,’ Leonora encouraged. ‘Just come down to the first level with me and see what you think. If you do not like it, we shall come straight back up. Besides, if you do not come then one of us will be obliged to stay above ground with you and you will be denying that person the opportunity to satisfy their curiosity.’
Isobel was silent for a few moments and then reluctantly smiled at Leonora. ‘Very well, I shall not be a stick-in-the-mud. I shall be brave.’
Everybody cheered. Alexandre picked his sister up by the waist and swung her around.
‘Let me down, yo
u big oaf!’ she protested, turning crimson with embarrassment. ‘I can just as soon change my mind back you know.’
‘We will just go down for two hours and then we shall return to the surface by six o’clock,’ Papa said. ‘All we will do for now, is try to determine how many levels there are. We shall not be exploring any further than that this afternoon. Is everybody in agreement?’
Everyone noisily voiced their assent. They would be accompanied by Isik and two guards – Savas and Nail. Harold would also take two guards with him and a couple of men from their workforce to help him with room dimensions and cataloguing. Alexandre rose up from his place next to the cold campfire and began to help with the preparations for their descent.
*
Alexandre and the others made their way towards the staircase in the underground church whilst Harold decided to start in the room at the bottom of the shaft and work his way slowly eastwards, the way Alexandre had originally come from.
He enjoyed this type of methodical measuring and cataloguing. It was a satisfying process. The minutes evaporated as he got into his stride. He had worked out a rough key for his mapping system and it was all going rather well. Harold was eager to show the others how much progress he had made, although he knew the task would take many months, if not years to complete.
He pulled out his pocket watch and saw with surprise it was already seven o’clock. The others would be wondering where he had got to. He apologised to the guards and the workers for keeping them so late and they all headed back up to camp.
Once above ground, Harold walked over to the tents where he assumed the others would be now getting ready for dinner.
Strange. The tents were empty.
‘I say!’ he called over to one of the guards. ‘The others and Isik - have they returned?’
‘No.’ The guard shook his head. ‘Agha Kaya ...’ He pointed towards the shaft opening.’
‘I see,’ Harold replied. ‘Thank you.’ Well, they too must have lost track of the time. He did not blame them, it was all too fascinating. They would be up shortly no doubt. He returned to his tent to wash and change.
When he emerged, darkness had already gathered around the site. He strode over to the hissing, crackling campfire. Still no sign of the others. Harold reluctantly concluded that they must have got themselves lost. They would never be two hours late without very good reason.
Worry mingled with irritation. He had half guessed this would happen. It simply did not do to plunge headlong into this type of exploration. Preparation, a system and a slow methodical approach should always be employed if one wanted to avoid situations like this.
Harold sighed. He would have to take some of the guards down with him to go and search them out. They would all be tired and hungry and would, he was sure, now agree to his way of thinking and take it one level at a time, mapping as they went. Once one had a map, one could not get lost.
Four guards accompanied him and Harold showed them that if they got separated for any reason, they should follow the chalk lines on the walls which would lead them back to the surface. As they walked in the direction of the underground church, Harold drew arrows pointing back towards the entrance.
The darkness below ground was absolute and the cold seeped into Harold’s body. No filtering daylight shone through and it felt very different to earlier when they had all been euphoric at their discovery. Harold felt enclosed and claustrophobic. He had never had these types of fears before and wondered why he should experience them now. Maybe it was just worry for his family and friends.
They would laugh about this later on over a glass of raki and a good meal. Harold’s stomach gurgled. He hadn’t eaten for hours. He took a swig of water to help to stem his appetite, but it only seemed to increase it. He pulled some bread out of his bag and started chewing. The others must be ravenous by now.
At last, after what seemed like an age, they reached the great hall of the underground church and Harold ran his chalk along the rock wall, trying to avoid marking the ancient frescoes. It made an eerie scraping, squeaking noise which echoed through the cavernous space. They stopped at the top of the stone staircase and, after looking at each other with some apprehension, carefully made their way to the next level.
‘Victoria!’ Harold shouted, once nearly at the bottom. ‘Leonora! Freddie!’ his voice obscenely loud as he called into the blackness. ‘Shout back if you can hear me!’
They stood in the echoing passageway, waiting for a reply … nothing.
‘I wonder if somehow we have missed each other and they are now above ground wondering where I am,’ he said to the guards with false cheer.
They did not really understand what he said and just smiled encouragingly, fear in their eyes.
‘Aah, yes,’ he said, despite their incomprehension. ‘You too feel some apprehension. I suppose being a guard does not give you immunity from such troublesome human emotions. And now I am rambling. Come, let us continue.’ He strode on ahead, still talking. ‘Didier said they would head downwards and eastwards and so that is what we too shall do.’
They continued on their course, shouting intermittently and waiting for a reply that never came. They found more staircases descending to lower levels and so they kept going. Harold only vaguely noticed things that would have normally had him in paroxysms of excitement – ancient artefacts, tombs, more carvings, frescoes.
Off one particular corridor, several rooms were piled high with human skeletons. It was at this point one of the guards tapped Harold on the shoulder. He pointed upwards, speaking vehemently. He had had enough. They were now about five floors down and if it wasn’t for their lanterns, the darkness would have been without end. Harold saw muted terror in the man’s eyes, but he shook his head.
‘Ten more minutes,’ he said, showing ten fingers to the guard. ‘Ten minutes and then we will return.’
He could not be sure if they understood him, but at any rate they seemed to have already made up their minds. They tried to encourage Harold to come with them, but he refused.
‘I stay,’ said the youngest of them to Harold. ‘I come with you.’ He turned to his comrades and spoke to them in Turkish. It sounded as though they were arguing, but eventually they hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks before the other three turned around and headed back upwards.
‘I Refet.’ The young guard introduced himself.
‘Refet, I am Harold. Teşekkür ederim, thank you for staying and for your bravery. We will find the others now.’
‘Yes, we go. Find your family. Find Agha Kaya.’
They descended to another level and then another. They had been underground now for nearly two hours and it was almost ten o’clock. Suddenly, a loud bang filled up the silence. It sounded like a gunshot, but they could not tell from which direction it came.
Harold and Refet looked at each other and drew their weapons, continuing in the same direction. Harold did not know if he should call out. If it was a gunshot, did it mean the others had fired at an enemy or that someone was firing at them? If indeed it was actually a gunshot.
Then Harold froze. His body prickled with sweat as a scream stabbed the air. A chilling, blood-curdling sound. A woman’s scream of terror. He heard footsteps, more bangs, scuffles, another scream …
Harold’s thoughts swung frenziedly from his wife to his children. He prayed to God the screams had not belonged to Victoria or Leonora. There must be a rational explanation. Perhaps Isobel had taken fright at a ghostly shape which had prompted one of the guards to shoot, or maybe … No. This speculation was not productive. He just had to find them, that was all. The matter would then be resolved and they could follow the chalk lines up and out of this place.
Refet looked at him with concern and Harold realised he was still rooted to the spot. Refet urged him onwards. He was a brave boy, this young Turkish guard. Harold would make sure he told Isik of his loyalty and valour. He smiled at the guard and they continued forward. The noises had stopped.
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p; ‘Victoria! Leonora!’ he found the courage to shout. ‘Are you down here? Didier! Freddie! Is that you? It is I, Harold!’
His voice echoed back at him and then faded away into black silence. He tried not to think of the layers and layers of rock and earth above his head, of the fact he was so many feet below the ground in the dead of night with no immediate means of escape. But then he saw his family’s faces in his mind’s eye and he forged ahead.
They came upon another great hall, but the cavernous space made Harold feel exposed and vulnerable after the low confines of the tunnels. He and Refet kept close to the walls. And then they heard another cry that faded away. This one infinitely worse than the last.
‘God help us! Somebody help us!’ It was Isobel’s voice and it came from the other side of the hall.
A long echoing scream wound its way towards them. Harold and Refet ran towards the noise, guns pointing straight out in front of them, the sound of their footsteps magnifying as they charged across the stone floor. They had come to another narrow corridor and had to stoop slightly to enter it. They hunched their way along and peered cautiously into each room ... nothing.
‘Where are you?’ Harold cried out. His voice sounded thin and quavering to his ears. There was no reply. He heard more shouts and screams - a woman’s voice. A scuffling sound up ahead and then silence again.
Refet tapped him on the shoulder making him jump. The young guard pointed up ahead to a dim pulse of light. As they got closer, they saw it came from a lantern discarded on the ground, still burning.
‘They cannot be far away,’ whispered Harold, picking up the lantern and standing it upright. A thought came to him. ‘Maybe there are wild animals down here. Bears or wolves. Be careful.’
They crept along the corridor until they reached a room which contained such horror, they could not believe what they were seeing.
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