It was dark inside the house.
Edgar lit his torch. There was just one big room, with a roof on top. Its floor was bare earth. There were thick cobwebs on the walls.
“It’s lucky we don’t mind spiders!” said Edgar.
“I’m not scared of spiders. But this is horrid. Let’s clean up a bit,” Mary said.
She grabbed a broom that was lying on the ground. They both swept away the cobwebs.
“That’s odd,” Mary said. “There are lots of cobwebs, but I can’t see any spiders. I wonder where they are.”
Edgar said, “I’m glad they aren’t in here. Don’t go looking for them.”
Mary scratched her hand again.
“And stop doing that,” Edgar said. “You’re making my tattoo itch too.” He rubbed the tattoo on his hand.
“Come on, let’s sit down and have some of our food,” he said.
There was a small table and three chairs next to the single tiny window. Mary and Edgar sat down and looked at one another.
“I feel very odd,” Edgar said.
“So do I,” said Mary. “I feel like I can almost remember something. From when we were little. A bad thing.”
“Me too,” Edgar said.
“We have been in this house before. I’m sure of it,” said Mary.
“So am I,” Edgar said. “But I don’t know when.”
The two of them sat, both thinking hard. Outside, it was very dark.
On the roof of the house, something as black as the night began to crawl down the chimney.
