Walking up the three stone steps again, Clara knocked on the green door, wearing the same dress and turtleneck. To her surprise, it was Lucy who opened the door and she smiled at her.
'George is in his room,' she said. 'What's that book?'
'Oh just something I came across last night.'
Lucy waited outside the room as Clara opened the door and smiled at George who was in the bedroom. He was sat staring at the dark corner, his heart racing. Sitting on the end of his bed, she showed him the poetry book from Illingham House.
'I hate nights,' he admitted. 'I have to sleep in the darkness sometimes when the power goes. Did you find anything in the dark?'
'I went on a ghost hunt with my boyfriend this weekend. I had to sleep in the dark too. You were right. There was something in the dark. Something I had misunderstood.'
Frightened, George's eyes enlarged and so laid down and pulled the covers closer to his face.
'But,' she smiled and so he became a bit less scared. 'The thing in the dark was nice. I found this book at the house we had the ghost hunt at and I came across a poem called 'Lights Out.' I read a bit of it and it made me even more scared of the dark although I never finished the poem.'
George watched her find the page and he turned on his side, feeling a little bit better in Clara's company. She started to read from the poetry book as she glared at the pages.
'Lights Out by R.J Keane
You hear it sometimes don't you
You tell yourself you're wrong
That there's nothing there at all
But you always hear its song
The darkness sometimes waits for you
It waits sat on our bed
Sometimes it chooses to follow thee
And waits inside your head
You can never seem to escape the dark
It's with you every night
And all it ever does to you
Is give you a nasty fright
But have you ever sat and thought
And wondered why it's there
Maybe its intentions are pure
And maybe not to scare
The darkness is crying out
Looking for a friend
It always begs you to listen
When will your fear end?
Embrace the darkness always
And never let it go
Because it's lonely and wants to be with you
And that's all it's trying to show
Clara leaned over and switched George's bedside lamp off and smiled at the figure in the corner.
'Lights out.'