‘Where did you find those?’ she said, a look of horror spreading across her face. ‘You’ve been in that room! The locked room. The one I forbade you to enter – ever.’
‘What have you brought? And why?
‘I… I rescued them... books should be read.’ I held out the books that had drawn me to them. I'd blown off the dust, wanting to feel the leather bindings.
'Rescued them? That was a really really stupid thing to do.' Then ‘No, no. I don’t want to look… You didn’t open any of them, did you?’
‘Oh my God. Really? It will end badly for us both now. Why did you have to go in there? Why?’
The candles gutted and the temperature dropped – enough to freeze your blood. It felt like a malign mist had entered the room. My heart was hammering away. Sweat was forming on my sister’s brow too. She was gasping.
My legs gave way. I was on the floor. There was a terrific weight on my chest. Like an elephant. Such pain. I couldn’t breathe. Blackness enveloped me.