Her father was a prescient man. Edie still dived into that childhood sea, and fed on those creatures until she was sick. She had wallowed in the waters, crying into them, stirring up waves. There had been times when she hoped they would drown her.
Edie looked up at the walls of the inn. The rain on the granite had always looked to her like an oily film that could fall away from it in a single sheet. She had woken that morning, heaving and sweating, having dreamt that it had, and that she had watched, helpless, as it slid to the ground and rippled across the gravel towards her, and that she had stood, rooted, as it wrapped around her like a cocoon, and that she hadnt made a sound, even when it started to tighten around her neck. When she woke, she felt that she hadnt shaken it not that she was bound by it, but that it hung over her like a threat. Daddy, what was I thinking?
Tonight, she and Johnny would be welcoming five of her closest childhood friends Murph and Helen and Clare and Laura and Patrick. She waited for the joy to fill her heart. Instead, a thought came in to sink it: Five friends. No sixth no Jessie.
All she could think of then was: I am the Ghost of the Manor.
3
EDIE
The Sisters of Good Grace Convent, Pilgrim Point
31 October 1988
Murph, Helen, Edie, Laura, and Clare were gathered at midnight by the chapel gate.
Happy Halloween! said Murph.
Wheres your mask? said Clare. You were the one obsessed with us wearing masks.
The elastic broke, said Murph.
The size of the head on him, said Laura. As if they wouldnt know you if they looked out. Consolata up there closing her curtains: Surely, thats not that six-foot-four Liam Murphy goon running across my lawn. If only I could see behind that tiny plastic circle on his face then Id definitely know.
Have you seen the selection down in the shop? said Murph.
I think we have, said Clare, looking around. They were all holding green Frankenstein masks.
Monsters, the lot of us, said Murph. Is there no sign of Jessie?
I wouldnt hold out much hope, said Laura. She was down town earlier, pasted.
Oh, no, said Helen. On her own?
Laura nodded. Apparently, Consolata was at her again, the silly bitch.
All the more reason for her to come, said Murph.
I told Jessie Id meet her, said Helen. I dont know why she couldnt have walked up with the rest of us.
Leave her off, said Laura.
She needs to ease up a bit, said Helen.
Murph nodded. She needs to get a grip on these. He held up a bag of cans.
They all laughed, but Edie knew they were all thinking the same thing Jessie shouldnt be drinking, not as much as she did, not on her own, not at sixteen, not after everything she had been through.
Murph looked up the road. Here she is now. A dog to a bone.
Oh God, said Clare, turning to Laura. You were right.
Jessie waved with a can of cider as she swayed towards them, a white plastic Halloween mask pushed up on top of her head.
She shouldnt be climbing a wall in that state, said Helen.
Laura can heave her up one side, said Murph, and Ill catch her on the other.
They all put their masks on.
Frankenfuckinglosers, said Jessie, spreading her arms wide. She pulled her mask down. Boo! She stopped like a soldier in front of them. But whats even scarier is Im out of cider.
They climbed over the stone wall, and ran alongside it, then slipped through the trees, and came out by three flat-roofed buildings that were derelict now, but were once part of the industrial school run by the nuns in the sixties and seventies. Murph stopped at the long, narrow dormitory block, crouched down by the door, and pulled out a key from under a rock next to it. He stood up and flashed a smile at the others, then unlocked the door. They followed him into the pitch-black hallway. Clare closed the door behind her.
Ladies, said Murph, turning on a torch, this way. He kept the beam low as he shone it on the door to the left. He pushed it open, then stood with one foot over the threshold. The living quarters of whoever had to prowl the dorm at night, he said.
The others took a look inside. It was a make-shift storage room now, with a timber countertop that ran along three walls and was covered with broken electrical equipment, cardboard boxes, crates of empty bottles, containers, and paint cans. There were more stored under the counter, along with rolled-up carpets and paint-spattered sheets.
Now, said Murph, can I ask you all to adjourn to the hallway for five minutes? He looked at them solemnly. I need to prepare the room.
When they came back in, there was a picnic blanket spread out on the concrete floor, with church candles on two sides, and three more on the counter above. Everybody sat down.
Right, said Murph. Gather round.
Story time! said Jessie, leaning sideways, steadying herself with her hand.
Take the candle away from her, said Laura.
Im fine, said Jessie. Relax.
Murph pulled it towards him when Jessie wasnt looking.
Right, he said, leaning in. He lowered his voice. It was a bright sunny day
I thought this was a ghost story, said Laura.
Im going for contrast, said Murph.
And bad things still happen on sunny days, said Jessie. She knocked back a mouthful of cider.
Everyone exchanged glances.
Relax, said Jessie, lowering her can. Im just wrecking you. You can hardly never mention sunny days again for the rest of your lives because of me!
Murph let out a breath. OK Im going traditional: it was a wild night in Beara raging storm, high seas, trees toppling, roads cut off. Five girls: HELEN, CLARE, EDIE, JESSIE, AND LAURA
Noo! said Edie. Not our real names! Youll jinx us.
Laura rolled her eyes. Fucks sake.
Leave her alone, said Helen.
And I want to star in this, if you dont mind, said Clare.
Me too! said Jessie.
Fine, then, said Edie.
Five girls, said Murph. HELEN, CLARE, JESSIE, LAURA, and BABY EDIE were driving out of town when, right in front of them, a towering oak fell from the skies and landed inches from their car. Laura tried to reverse, but behind them the hedge over the ditch split wide open and a river of mud and branches and stones poured through it, filling the road. The girls were trapped! What were they going to do? They were exhausted and so far from home. Then lightning struck, and pointed, like the needle of a compass, to Rathbrook Manor no more than a mile from where they sat.
Why dont we stay there for the night? said Laura. There may be a boy inside that I havent kissed yet!
Nonsense! said Clare. Theres not a single boy in Beara that girl hasnt kissed!
Yes lets stay at the manor! said Jessie, cracking open her fifth can of cider, looking up at the spires of the manor, which were a total blur, and, in fact, a tree.
Nonsense! said Clare. Theres not a single boy in Beara that girl hasnt kissed!
Yes lets stay at the manor! said Jessie, cracking open her fifth can of cider, looking up at the spires of the manor, which were a total blur, and, in fact, a tree.
No! screamed Edie, screaming hysterically. Ill scream if you make me stay there! she screamed. Hysterically.
Dont tell me you believe in the Ghost of the Manor! said Laura.
Of course I dont believe in ghosts! said Edie. Its just I have nothing with me! How can I possibly wear the same outfit two days in a row?
The girls agreed that the manor was NOT haunted and so they decided to stay there, and they set off to walk the mile to the door. When they arrived, the manor was all locked up and in total darkness. Edie screamed. Laura punched her in the face and they walked on through the grounds until they stumbled across a dormitory. They peered in the window and saw row after row of iron beds, all of them empty. As they approached the door, it creaked open, and they all walked in. They each took a bed, side by side, and after hours talking about some ride they knew called Murph, they finally drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Laura woke with a start to find herself staring silently at a ghost standing three feet from the end of her bed. Beside her, Helen woke with a start to find herself staring silently at a ghost that stood three feet from the end of her bed. The same happened to Clare, and then to Jessie. The last bed in the line was Edies. When she woke to find a ghost standing three feet from the end of her bed, she was instantly hysterical, and she screamed at the ghost: Who are you?
And the ghost replied: I am the Ghost of the Manor. And I am yours.
Edie turned slowly to her left, and realized that each friend had a different ghost at the end of her bed.
As each girl stared at the ghost before her, all five ghosts stepped forward into the silvery moonlight that slanted across the ends of the beds like the blade of a knife. Each ghost had died a different way: Lauras was bruised and broken, its eyeballs dangling from their sockets; Helens was covered in tyre tracks, its limbs at odd angles; Clares had half its head missing; Jessies was pristine; and Edies was covered in burns.
The friends mouths opened wider than a mouth naturally should, and their screams emerged as though ripped by the claws of a bear from the centre of their soul. But the source of their terror was not simply the apparitions that stood before them, nor the horror of their wounds. It was because each girls ghost looked exactly like her, just older maybe ten years, maybe thirty, maybe fifty. But the likeness was unmistakable!
Across this group of friends rippled the same realization: they had been RIGHT: the manor was NOT haunted. And this would be proven when, after they left, wherever they went, their ghost would reappear some would say without warning. But, of course, each ghost DID carry a warning, a GRAVE warning. For it was not the Ghost of the MANOR. It was the Ghost of the MANNER of DEATH.
And on that first night, as the friends were faced with the terrifying spectacle of the death that would befall them at some point thereafter, they were all struck by one thing: EDIES ghost, despite the burns that marked it, looked the YOUNGEST.
Everyone gasped, then gasped again as smoke started to rise around Murph.
Edie pointed. Oh my God smoke!
Murph was unperturbed. What?
Im serious! said Edie. Theres actual smoke!
Where? said Murph.
All around you! said Edie.
There is! said Laura.
Murph turned and looked. Oh Jesus, lads. I was warned! If you tell this story on Halloween night, itll come true.
What? said Edie, getting to her feet. Why did you tell it? What do you mean, itll come true?
Unless, said Murph, we all say Sister Cuntsolata three times backwards.
Everyone looked at him.
Murph burst out laughing. Its a smoke bomb. Special effects, lads. Special effects.
You prick! said Laura. Where did you get your hands on a smoke bomb?
I made it! said Murph. A bit of this, a bit of that.
Jessie reached into Lauras bag for another can. She turned to Murph. Can I still say Sister Cuntsolata three times?
You can, of course, said Murph. A rush of white smoke appeared behind him.
Right! said Clare. Open the door, someone. Ive seen my cousins with these theres a reason youre only meant to use them outside.
Jesus I know, said Murph. Relax. It was only for a minute. Then I was going to fuck it out across the grass. I even have my protective glove lined up.
So you want to draw the nuns on us? said Laura. Throwing it out across the grass? No fucking way.
To create a distraction, said Murph.
Edie started to cough.
The drama, said Murph.
Can you just put the fucking thing out? said Laura.
Its not on fire, said Murph. Its fine. Its safe.
Im happy here with my cans, said Jessie, closing her eyes, smiling.
Helen and Laura exchanged glances. Locked, Helen mouthed.
Probably better off, said Laura.
Murph was starting to disappear into a cloud of smoke. Okaaay, he said, standing up. Maybe open the door.
Why are there flames, then? said Jessie, looking up at everyone.
What? said Edie, panicked.
If its not on fire, said Jessie. Murph said it wasnt on fire.
I cant see any flames, said Clare.
There really are flames, said Jessie. She pointed into the corner. Are those not flames?
Murph rolled his eyes, but then he turned around. Oh shit.
Edie ran for the door.
Murph pointed to the corner. Laura! Throw me that sheet, and that brush.
Laura grabbed them and flung them at him. He threw the sheet on to the flames and used the handle of the brush to poke at it. The smoke bomb was still smoking.
Edie cried out from the door. OK this isnt funny! Murph!
Whats wrong with you now? he said.
Edie was holding up the doorknob.
Whats that? said Murph. Did that come off? I didnt do that. I swear to God!
Murphs eyes were so filled with fear that Edie started to cry. Oh, God! No! No! No! She turned to the door and started slapping her hands against it. Help us! Help! Help! Help!
Shut the fuck up! said Laura, lunging for her. For fucks sake. Were going to get caught! Well be fucked!
Were surely fucked if we cant get out, said Murph, striding past Laura to the door. Clare and Helen followed.
Seriously how are we supposed to get out? said Edie.
Behind them, Jessie stood up, swaying, holding her drink high, trying not to spill it.
Laura was pointing to the hole where the doorknob should have been. Can you not just turn the thing inside it?
You cant, said Murph. You have to slide something in between the door and the frame to knock the latch back.
Edie was sobbing.
Shut up, said Laura. Its not like were not going to get out.