Maddy decided she wouldn’t tell anybody anything until she had looked under the dust sheets. She had seen one dead body, so what difference would a few more make? Quite a lot of difference actually, but she wouldn’t dwell on that. If she found more skeletons, then that would be that. At least she would know. She would tell Mr Vasey-Smith and he could sort it out. But if it wasn’t skeletons, well … there might be some interesting stuff down here and she wanted to discover that for herself.
‘Come on, Maddy girl,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Don’t be such a wuss.’
Gripping the halogen light tightly, she forced herself towards the opening. She rigidly avoided looking at the skeleton, and instead stared straight ahead at the white sheets. She pulled on the dusty corner of the nearest one and dragged it off the top of the large object, throwing up cobwebs and dust which swirled and floated like grey candy floss in the flood of light.
Then she walked towards the skeleton with the sheet in her hands. She shook out the large piece of cloth so it billowed out to finally settle back down on top of the grisly tableau, hiding it from view. Maddy felt calmer. Now it was covered up, it didn’t seem quite so terrifying.
She now turned her attention to what had been underneath the dust sheet - a huge rectangular wooden crate, bigger than the ones in the main part of the cellar. The pale wood looked almost new and Maddy caught a whiff of sawdust. She walked around the crate and pulled at all the other sheets, revealing yet more crates. Wiping fronds of cobwebs from her face, she sneezed a couple of times. Apart from the sleeping skeleton and the crates, there didn’t appear to be anything else in the room.
Maddy felt a fleeting surge of courage and decided to go one step further. She went back out into the main cellar and found the crowbar. If she didn’t do this now, she never would. If she found anything horrible, she would run out of the cellar and call Vasey-Smith immediately.
Before she had time to change her mind, she went up to the first crate with the crowbar. To her surprise it wasn’t nailed shut. The lid fitted snugly into the box, but she prised it out easily.
Maddy moved on autopilot. She slid the lid off, holding her breath in a mixture of anticipation and fear at what she would discover. Looking down, she gazed in astonishment at the contents.
Lying, cushioned in blankets was a life-sized statue. But a statue so beautiful she couldn’t turn away from it. Almost lifelike, it lay there like a sleeping beauty - the statue of a young man, dressed in an old fashioned suit.
Maddy touched the face. It felt like stone. She tapped the cheek with her fingernail. It could have been made of porcelain, like an old fashioned doll. It had pale skin and dark wavy hair. The deep-set eyes were closed beneath thick, black brows, the jaw was square, the cheekbones high and regal. It looked like the statue of a nobleman or somebody important. God, it was stunning. Maddy wondered if it had been modelled on a real life person and she wished more than anything that she could have met him, whoever he was.
She finally tore herself away from her gazing and walked over to the second crate. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder to check the skeleton was still covered - it was - and then she prised open the second crate. In it lay another statue, again of a young man, a boy really. This one looked slightly younger than the first, very similar in looks but with fair hair. And again, stunningly handsome.
The third contained another statue, this time of a gorgeous young blonde girl wearing an old-fashioned gown of green and gold. The gown looked so much like real material, with folds and creases that glittered and shimmered in the dusty light. Maddy reached down to touch the dress and was surprised to feel it was real material. So maybe they were like waxworks with real costumes or something? But they didn’t feel like wax, they felt too hard and looked too perfect. They were like life-size dolls with old fashioned clothes. They must be least a hundred years old.
The final two boxes contained more statues, one of a girl and one of a boy. The girl was black haired and the boy had brown curls, also both unbelievably beautiful. The girl vaguely reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite remember...
She was drawn back to the first crate and knelt down on one of the dust-covered sheets on the floor. All the statues were incredible, but Maddy’s attention was held by this man. She stroked its hard sculpted cheek again and ran a finger along the deep red lips. She put a hand on its head and was amazed to find its hair felt real and wasn’t carved stone like the skin of the statue.
She hadn’t found hidden treasure, but this was so much more interesting. Maybe the former occupants of the house had images made of themselves. It was a bit of a weird thing to do, but hey, if Maddy looked half as gorgeous as they did, maybe she’d want to make a statue of herself too.
She had it! She knew where she recognised that girl-statue from – it had exactly the same face as the girl in the portrait, the painting she’d discovered in the cellar last week. Maybe she was an ancestor. What a find. Ben would be amazed when she showed him. She’d have to do something about that skeleton first. He didn’t need to know about that.
She really didn’t see how she’d be able to tear herself away from this angel-faced sculpture. It mesmerised her. She wondered what colour his eyes would have been and imagined what it would’ve felt like if he’d gazed back at her. She shivered dreamily.
‘You are too beautiful,’ she murmured, sitting there in a trance, staring. She felt oddly at ease now. The relief of not finding any more dead bodies was huge. She could almost relax. Being in here, now the skeleton was covered over, no longer terrified her. She felt just the memory of fear with the new sensation of pleasure and peace at having found such beauty. She knew it was crazy, but she felt an affinity with these statues. It was almost as if ... as if she knew them.
‘Who were you?’ she asked softly. ‘And what are you doing bricked up in this room?’ She should’ve felt silly, talking to herself, but she didn’t. She felt calm and strangely happy. She couldn’t wait for Ben to come home so she could show him her amazing find.
After she’d had her fill of gazing at the statue, Maddy spent the rest of the morning cleaning up the hidden room. First she detached the Land Rover winch from the metal door. The door was too heavy for her to move though, so she had to leave it propped up against the window on top of the crates. Then, not able to put it off any longer, she knew she had to dispose of the corpse. This was the bit she’d been dreading, but she gritted her teeth and came up with a temporary plan.
With a large broom, she pushed the grisly contents of the bed onto a dust sheet on the floor. Thankfully the top sheet hid the bones from view, but she could hear them knocking and rattling together and could almost feel the shape of them as she swept. She squealed and screamed, then started singing really loudly, looking the other way, shuddering and trying not to think about it.
When the bed was clear, except for the mattress, she picked up the tin cup and candlestick from the bedside table and chucked them into the sheet. She picked up the small black leather book and was about to throw that in too, but changed her mind and put it back on the table. She hadn’t read it yet.
Gathering up the ends of the dust sheet, Maddy tied them in a knot and heaved the whole lot into an empty packing crate. She nailed down the lid and pushed it back out into the cellar, along the narrow corridor and into one of the little side rooms. She would deal with it later. Much later.
Maddy covered the empty bed with another dust sheet and left it there. Then she swept all the dust out of the room, vacuumed in all the corners and scrubbed the floor with warm soapy water and bleach. Finally, she went into the main cellar and opened all the windows as wide as they would go (apart from the one obscured by the metal door).
Later on, she’d get someone down here to fix the strip light. The hidden room had no windows or lighting, but that was no problem, she would just use the halogen lights. Before leaving, she stacked a couple of empty crates in front of the hole in the wall, to conceal the entrance.
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br /> It was after 2pm when she finally emerged upstairs, shaky and starving but feeling great. It was as if the whole house had taken on a newer, lighter atmosphere.
Maddy stepped out of her dirty clothes, showered and came downstairs into the kitchen to grab something out of the fridge. There was a tuna salad - that would do nicely. She sat on the terrace and shovelled it in, all the while thinking about the statue of the dark-haired man.
Chapter Sixteen
1881
*
‘You need to get out of here. Now!’
Jacques opened his mouth to protest, but Isik stopped the boy’s words with a glare.
‘What is it?’ Freddie asked. ‘Is Monsieur Chevalier alright?’
‘Go! And do not look back.’
The boys backed out of the room, shocked by the guard’s aggression.
Isik crouched back down and saw Didier leaning over the statue, its mouth clamped onto his neck. A thin line of blood ran into the coffin, soaking into the statue’s blue mantle.
Isik put his pistol to the statue’s head and pulled the trigger. His hand jarred painfully. The bullet seemed to go into the head, but there was no change in its state. It remained attached to Didier’s neck. Isik tried to pull him away from the thing, but he feared he would injure his friend further and was unable to free him.
‘Didier, can you hear me?’
The Frenchman’s eyes stayed closed and he appeared to be in some kind of swoon. He was not struggling, but his face was pale and he started to twist round, slowly collapsing onto the floor. He would be dead soon if Isik did not do something quickly. Just at that moment, the others flew into the room in a whirlwind of noise and panic.
‘What is happening?’ Alexandre shouted. ‘What is Father doing? Papa, what are you doing?’
‘Didier!’ Marie-Louise cried out, running towards him.
‘Stay back!’ Isik shouted. ‘What are you doing in here? Get out, all of you! Run for your lives and do not come back!’ He pushed Marie-Louise away and she responded angrily.
‘How dare you, Sir! What do you think you are doing?’
‘Forgive me, Madame, but I fear for your safety. These statues are not natural. One of them is attacking your husband.’
‘Do not be ridiculous! Let me see.’ Marie-Louise pushed past Isik and bent down towards her husband. She screamed and jumped back in fright. ‘What is it doing? Get it off him! Please, Isik, do something!’
He spoke rapidly in Turkish to Savas and Nail who stood nervously in the doorway. Everyone else crowded closer, trying to see if Didier was alright.
‘Stand back, everybody!’ Isik shouted. His voice thunderous in the stone room.
‘What has happened to Papa?’ Isobel shrieked. ‘What is happening?’
‘Quiet!’ Isik roared once more. His guards joined him by the coffin and the others moved back a little. The guards held out their pistols. Isik aimed at the creature’s heart. The other two aimed at each side of its head. They fired … It was as if nothing had happened. The creature did not relinquish its hold on Didier. Its eyes remained closed and it did not move one inch.
‘Is she alive? What is she? It?’ Leonora asked.
‘I believe the old woman, Havva Sahin, was right. It is a demon,’ Alexandre replied. ‘A demon is attacking my father and we cannot stop it. Well, I shall stop it!’
He strode over to the coffin. His father now appeared limp and lifeless. ‘Give me your knife, Isik.’ Isik handed it across and Alexandre plunged it downwards into the creature’s heart. His hand twisted and burned as the knife point broke and the blade sliced through his palm.
The woman creature sat upright and released her grip on Didier who fell heavily to the ground. Her hand shot out and grabbed Alexandre’s wrist which was covered in dripping blood. With her eyes still closed and her mouth smeared with Didier’s blood, she pulled Alexandre’s wrist towards her mouth and broke his skin with her teeth. At the same moment, the three statues in the opened coffins sat upright. Everybody froze.
The statues sat rigidly in their coffins with no expressions on their chalk-white faces and their eyes still closed.
Isobel and Marie-Louise screamed and began to back out of the room. Marie-Louise tried to drag Jacques with her, but he resisted.
‘Run, Maman!’ he said. ‘I will save Papa and Alexandre, do not fear.’
‘No, Jacques,’ Marie-Louise had hold of his arm. ‘Come with us now!’
‘Sorry, Maman, but no. Run! Take Isobel to safety.’
Marie-Louise looked at her son, her eyes wild with terror, but she went with her daughter who dragged her out of the room and away to safety.
Jacques and Isik tried to pull the demon off Alexandre. He was not yet unconscious and struggled to no avail. Then, for no apparent reason, the demon released her grip on him and sank back down into the coffin.
‘Are you alright?’ Isik asked Alexandre.
‘I think so,’ he replied. ‘I just feel a little woozy. My father?’ He glanced at his torn wrist, now bleeding quite profusely along with his sliced palm, but he did not even register the pain.
Isik shook his head, ‘I am sorry. He is gone.’
Alexandre could not take in the enormity of Isik’s words and he crouched over his father’s lifeless body.
‘Come on, Papa,’ he barked. ‘Get up, we have to go.’ He felt someone take hold of his good hand - Leonora. She looked down at him with a mixture of sadness and fear.
‘I am so sorry, Alexandre. But we must leave. It is not safe here. There are many of these creatures. They will kill us if we linger.’ She had ripped a strip of material from her petticoat and was binding his wounds.
He staggered to his feet, unable to believe his father was actually dead. Everything had happened so quickly. He noticed the three other demons sitting up and realised Leonora was right. They had to get out of there immediately.
Isik and Alexandre lifted Didier’s lifeless body between them and made for the door.
‘We have to kill them!’ Jacques said.
‘There is no time,’ Alexandre replied. ‘They are too strong. We must get everybody above ground, to safety. Stop talking everyone. Move!’
They edged towards the door, trying to avoid the high open coffins with the eerie upright figures who sat stock still.
One of them suddenly leaned across and grabbed Leonora by her hair, pulling her over to him as if she were a rag doll. She screamed in shock and pain. Two of its long fingernails had pierced the skin on her forehead. Thin red lines of blood trickled down over her face.
‘NO!’ Victoria, Freddie and Alexandre shouted out at the same time. Freddie dived back towards her. Victoria shrieked.
‘My baby! Save my baby girl! Do something!’
Alexandre and Isik lay Didier’s body back down on the ground. They leapt towards Leonora with the other two guards. By now, all six men were trying to wrestle her free from the creature, but it had already begun to drink from her neck, its nails still embedded in her forehead. She swiftly faded into unconsciousness, her body bent at an unnatural angle over the stone coffin.
‘She is gone, my friend.’ Isik tried to pull Alexandre away from her body, but he angrily shook off the guard’s hand.
‘She is not yet dead! I know it! I know it …’ He slumped onto the floor and began to sob.
Freddie battered the demon with a rock, but he may as well have been kissing the creature goodnight, for all the effect it had. It flung Leonora’s limp body onto the ground as if she were an empty glass of lemonade and then lifted Freddie into the coffin with him.
‘This is suicide,’ Isik said. ‘I would stay and fight until my last breath if it would do any good. But they are too strong. We must leave. Now!’
Another of the creatures had taken Victoria and, after a brief scream, she too was silenced by its sharp teeth.
There was a loud BANG! The lid to one of the closed coffins flew across the room and smashed into the rock wall opposite. Its inhab
itant rose slowly up out of its box and opened its kohl-rimmed eyes, turning its head this way and that. It was a young male wearing a gold headdress, red embroidered robes and a shimmering golden cloak.
Those not already dead or incapacitated stood rooted to the spot, staring at this magnificent creature who could bring about their deaths as easily as crushing a beetle.
The demon opened its mouth and uttered a low hissing sound, making the hairs on the back of Alexandre’s neck and arms lift up. He knew he should run, but his body felt heavy, paralysed, as if turned to stone. So now he was going to die. He knew it just as surely as he knew his own name.
The creature leapt out of its coffin in one single fluid movement. It snapped Alexandre’s head back and sank its teeth into his throat.
Alexandre’s fear dissolved into faded bliss and then … nothing.
*
Only Isobel and her mother had managed to escape from the room and now they stumbled down the narrow corridor in fear for their lives.
‘Maman!’ Isobel gasped. ‘What are we to do? The others are not following! They will die!’
‘Hush child,’ her mother shivered. ‘Isik and Alexandre will save them. But right now, we have to get out of these accursed caves.’
‘Is Papa really …’
‘Do not talk of it. It is a bad dream and soon we shall awake and laugh and joke ...’ She stopped and her voice broke into sobs. ‘My Didier! My husband. It is monstrous. I do not believe what my own eyes have seen.’
‘Maman, we must continue upwards.’
Marie-Louise choked back her sobs. ‘You are right, Ma Petite. We will escape and send back a search party.’
‘What was that?’ Isobel whispered. She stopped and strained her ears.
‘I heard nothing,’ her mother replied.
‘There! That noise?’ She had heard a faint shout, she was sure of it. She listened again but heard nothing.
‘The others?’ Maman said. ‘It must be the others, they must have escaped.’
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