The Cruelest Month

‘But it’s not fair,’ Odile was saying. Madeleine said something though Clara couldn’t make it out and if she slowed down more she’d have Madeleine’s flashlight where light doesn’t normally shine.



‘It’s taken a lot of courage for me to do this.’ Odile was speaking more loudly now.



‘For God’s sake, Odile, don’t be ridiculous,’ said Madeleine, clearly and not very kindly. It was a side to Madeleine Clara had never heard before.



Clara was paying so much attention trying to eavesdrop she bumped right into a dark figure in front of her. Gilles. Then she looked up.



They were there.



EIGHT



They huddled together in the cold and dark. Their flashlights bounced wildly over the decrepit house. The ‘For Sale’ sign had fallen over and lay like a tombstone, nose into the soft earth. As Clara swung her torch around more decay became apparent. The house was abandoned, she knew, but she didn’t think houses fell to ruin quite this fast. A few shutters were hanging loose and knocking gently against the brick. Some of the windows were broken, their glass jagged like sharpened teeth. Clara spotted something white curled up by the foundation of the house and her heart skipped a beat. Something dead, and skinned.



Reluctantly she moved down the front walk, its paving stones heaved and uneven. As she got closer she stopped and looked behind her. The rest were clustered at the roadside still.



‘Come here,’ she hissed.



‘You talking to us?’ Myrna asked, frozen. She too was staring at the patch of white curled against the base of the house.



‘No one here but us chickens,’ said Gabri.



‘What is that?’ Myrna inched down the path until she was standing next to her friend. She pointed and noticed her finger was twitching. Was her body sending out a signal? A Morse code? If so, Myrna knew what it was saying. Run.



Clara turned back to the house, took a deep breath, blessed her food, and walked off the path. The earth was squishy underfoot and seemed to hiss at her every step. Myrna couldn’t believe what Clara was doing and wanted to run forward and grab her friend back, and hold her and hug her and tell her never to do that again. Instead she just watched.



Clara approached the house and bent down. Then straightening up she walked more swiftly back to the relative safety of the walk and Myrna.



‘You won’t believe it, but it’s snow.’



‘It can’t be. All the snow’s long gone.’



‘Not from here.’ Clara dug into her pocket and withdrew a huge old-fashioned key, long and thick and heavy.



‘And all this time I thought you were just glad to see me,’ said Myrna.



‘Har-dee-har,’ Clara smiled. It felt good and she blessed Myrna for bringing her humor down this dark path with her. ‘The real estate agent was all too happy to let me have it. I doubt she’s shown the house in months.’



‘What did you tell her?’ Madeleine asked. Since Clara and Myrna were still alive the others had decided to join them.



‘That we were going to summon all the demons and exorcise the house.’



‘And she gave you the key?’



‘Practically threw it at me.’



Clara put the key into the lock, but the door swung open. She let go and watched as the key and the doorknob disappeared into the darkness.



‘Why are we doing this again?’ Monsieur Béliveau whispered.



‘For fun,’ said Sophie.



‘Not all of us,’ said Jeanne and stepping around them the tiny, gray woman walked straight into the house.



One by one they entered the old Hadley house. It was colder inside than out and smelled of mold. The electricity had long since been turned off and now the circles of torchlight played on the peeling floral wallpaper, stained with damp which they all hoped was water. Emboldened by the light, as though what they held were swords, they moved deeper into the house. The floors creaked under their weight and a flutter could be heard in the distance.



‘A bird, poor thing,’ said Gabri. ‘Trapped somewhere.’



‘We need to find it,’ said Madeleine.



‘Are you mad?’ Odile whispered.



‘She’s right,’ said Jeanne. ‘If nothing else, it’s a trapped soul. We can’t ignore it.’



‘But suppose it isn’t a bird,’ Gabri whispered to Hazel, who still couldn’t believe she was there.



Now they stuck together like a giant crawling insect. Multi-ped and multi-feared they moved through the dank house, pausing now and then to get their bearings.



‘It’s upstairs,’ said Jeanne in a low voice.