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wake and find I have a teenager on my hands!  Is this magic he weaves that powerful I wonder?
    Magic, you’re joking aren’t you, some semblance of common sense tells me.  But no, no I’m not.  There is definitely something going on here, in this house, and I don’t understand it.
    I’ve dozed but thankfully when I wake up I’m still pregnant so no great chunks of time have passed without me noticing.  Anton’s gone too so I’m alone.
    I take the opportunity to look around; I’d like to find my stuff for a start.  When I got here that day with Jason , whenever that was, I had a bag and it has my mobile in it.  I could ring him, see if he’d found Jane.
    Everywhere was dark and I s tumble down the main hallway and up the stairs to the bedrooms.  The upstairs landing is festooned with cobwebs and I have to bat them away to get through.  More mystery, more confusion, what is it with this house?  Why does it lurch from one state to another in the space of mere hours?
    I walk past Jane’s bedroom and push the door open.  It creaks and groans, no one has been in here for ages.  The room is dusty and grey and the window is caked with grime.  I cover my mouth with my hand; the smell is dreadful and turns my stomach.  I had to find out what it was.  I wish I had a torch!
    I almost fall over something on the floor and re ach down to feel for what it is.  A bag, thank heavens.  But it’s not mine, it’s Jane’s and this just adds to the mystery.  If she did leave that day like we thought then what’s her bag doing here?
    All her stuff is there but of course her ‘phone is dead.  But I do find her cigarette lighter, silly mare I’ve told her time and time again not to smoke.
    I spark it to life and look around.  The room is devoid of furniture except for a bed.  I creep closer, there’s a shape and I approach with terrified curiosity. 
    There was no way Jane would sleep in here, not in that bed, not voluntarily anyway.  But perhaps she isn’t sleeping.  I inhale and grasp my throat, my neck hurts and I wonder why those scratches are still there after all this time.  I’m trying to take my mind off what I’m about to find because inside I know, I’m resigned to it.
    I hold out the lighter and scream silently into the dark.  It is Jane, or what’s left of her.  She’s nothing but a dry, crumpled corpse grinning inanely at me from the very depths of Hell.
    He’s killed her, and some time ago.  I stumble back and feel for the door, I need to get out of here, from this room and from this house.  Jason!  Has Anton killed him too?  I look around before I leave and see another heap of dead flesh on the floor.  There was my answer.
    I can barely believe what I’ve just seen, shock I suppose.  The two people I was closest to in the world, apart from my parents, have been murdered by the father of my unborn child.
    I rub my belly, she’s moving.  What am I going to give birth to, I wonder.  How much of Anton’s gene pool will she inherit?
    I stagger back to the sitting room; it’s grey and unkempt again.  What is it with this place there’s no way can I give birth here.  No one comes, I’m alone again and that’s a blessing.  I grab the blanket from the sofa, shake off the dust, wrap it around my shoulders and quietly creep down the hall to the front door.  I’m leaving and I’m not coming back, ever.
     

Epilogue
 
    Well that was the plan, but several weeks later I can’t help myself.  I park my small car in the space at the bottom of the dirt track and peer through the trees to the house beyond.
    Is he there?  I shouldn’t care but I do. I shouldn’t even be here but it’s her.   I look at the sleeping bundle in the car seat and smile.  Marielle , why not?  She’s Anton’s daughter too and given he won’t get the chance to bring her up, I can at least, let him choose her name.
    I scratch at my neck, there’re healing now and that bother’s me.  I’ve been