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currently guarded the gate were carved to replace the originals that had fled, so the dark-winged shadows could never return to perch again and press their ill will over the village.
    So here the new replicas sat , exactly in place and hunched in the same positions as their predecessors , each with an equal menace that seemed not to care for the well - being of the village rs they spied upon . The boys felt even more intimidated by the figures because they kn e w th e old wi v es ’ story. Despite f eeling watched by these hideous statues , the boys walked forward . A fter all , what were they waiting for?
    Cameron pulled down the chain that rang the bell. After a long moment , the heavy wooden door opened slowly , revealing a tall, thin man of middle age . It was the caretaker.
    ‘Good evening , boys . C ome on in and get out of this cold chill,’ the man said, seem ing pleased enough to see visitors despite th e late hour. The locals avoided the monument and it was not particularly appealing to tourists, s o it was fairly surprising that the place was still open to the public at all.
    The friendly caretaker ushered the boys inside . Al though Scott and Cameron were a little wary of the old man, they stepped tentatively up and into the main foyer. The entryway was a small area with a high ceiling and rough, sandstone walls that were covered with various hanging tapestries and several old flags , yellow ed with age. Portraits of people long dead were set in frames , staring down from the solid walls.
    The boys stood on a square , well - trodden embroidered carpet that was laid on top of a stone floor, resting their hands on a beautifully polished wooden banister that led away and to the far right corner and then ran up wards and out of sight by way of a circular stone staircase that spiralled steeply upwards to the top of th e solitary tower. Not much happened in this place , that much was obvious to the boys. It was dead ....
    A thick , stale odour in the calm air stung their nostrils and caught just the tip of Scott’s nose, making his eyes water a little and causing him to sneeze . T he boys tilted their heads to he a r the monotonous noises of clocks, ticking ... upstairs?
    ‘Two tickets, is it then , lads? ’ the caretaker nodded jovially to them from behind his dark oak counter. ‘ That’ll be two pounds.’ Giving Cameron his change from the old fashioned cash till , the man’s thin , white - glove d hands shook minutely . The boys saw that his hands were extraordinarily large — almost as big as shovels!
    A slim man with short, grey cropped hair, the caretaker stood much taller than the teenage boys . Although the whites of his green eyes were filled with unsightly veins that resembled little red rivulets , his gaze was keen and alert. He wore a dark casual suit, shirt and tie, and his evident care for personal appearance surprised them. Considering the remoteness and unpopularity of the place , it seemed unlikely that he would have many visitors . Even at the best of times , most people would be almost too scared to enter.
    The man chuckled a little as he strode to the front entrance. He turned the sign on the door behind them to ‘closed’ and then said , ‘No electricity , either , lads — it is a plain , old fashioned till. Well, up you go and I hope you find the place interesting . Don’t be too long now , it is getting late.’
    The boys darted quickly towards the corner of the room and climbed the steep spiral of stairs . They were excited about what lay ahead . Forgetting the caretaker for the moment, they ran up , around and around, as quickly as they could , holding onto the thick banister for assistance as they leapt two steps at a time. Laughing and giggling with excitement, they went right past an open doorway on the first level and continued straight up to the second. It was all a wonderful game! Out of breath , they stopped on the second landing for a minute before entering the large room