What We Saw (6 page)

‘Hello, boys!’ she said, as she marched through the door.

My granddad looked towards her and smiled. ‘I’ll leave you three to it,’ he said, before heading into the back room, paper still glued to his palms.
Was he addicted to his newspaper or something?
I found the everyday news a bit boring. I mean, every now and then there would be a good, interesting story, something mysterious, like that girl going missing the other day and the stuff about asteroids and meteors getting close to Earth. But a lot of the time, it was all about money rising and falling, or something, or maybe somebody’s cat reading out a sentence. I didn’t care if a cat talked; there were far more intriguing mysteries in the world.

Adam raised his eyebrows and stirred his Coco Pops, peering at Emily. ‘And where have you been these last two days?’ he asked, with a fake adult tone to his speech.

I looked towards Emily.

She scratched at the side of her head before folding her arms. ‘Oh, don’t worry about me.’ She tossed her hair out from her eyes. ‘I wasn’t very well for a day, and we went up to Bareslow yesterday. So I’m sorry I’ve not been around.’

Adam continued to hold the silence, smug smile across his face. He didn’t respond, and Emily continued to gaze at him, her eyes narrowing, craving a reply.

She finally broke the silence. ‘Look, I know about Carla. My dad told me. I’m really sorry. Have you been out to look for her yet?’

Adam gawped and rolled his eyes. ‘What do you think? Our dog goes missing and we just leave it?’

‘Okay, drop the sarcasm, mister. I’m only taking an interest.’ A slight blush deepened in her cheeks.

Adam continued to stir his Coco Pops. It seemed obvious to me how much he was loving this power over Emily.

I decided to intervene. ‘We went to look for her the other day and put a few posters up, but no one’s seen her at all.’

‘Even Donald?’ she said.

‘Even Donald. Although he hasn’t been around a lot lately either. I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that we might not see her again.’

Adam slammed his spoon against the table. ‘No, we will find her,’ he said. ‘We are going to find her. We lost her, so we’ll find her. She’s out there somewhere, and she knows these woods better than any of us. Don’t be so frigging depressing.’

‘Okay, I… I’m sorry, Adam, I’m just being realistic. Especially after the last time.’

This wasn’t the first time a dog had gone missing around here; Mr. Wilson’s dog from across the road did a runner a while back according to Granddad and never turned up again. Adam had a theory that the strange man and woman in the caravan near the big steps kidnapped her to do some evil scientific tests, like sewing human arms to her and trying to create a monster, all because they’d told us their grandson had got an A in science. But it was a possibility. Nothing should ever be ruled out.

Adam took the lead, standing on the chair like a composer in front of his orchestra. ‘We are going to go out today, and we are going to find her, no matter what,’ he said, waving his milk-stained spoon above his head. ‘Are you with me, soldiers?’

‘I’d love to, but we’re going to Morecambe in a bit,’ Emily said.

Adam let his legs give way and clonked the spoon on Emily’s head. She clutched it and pretended she was hurt before tickling his tummy.
Great, I make the peace again, and Adam gets the giggles.

‘Ah, you letdown,’ he said. ‘Well, me and lanky loser here can try our best, as long as he doesn’t have to do any running.’

My face went red as I sucked my bottom lip. ‘Funny, Adam, funny. As long as you don’t have to reach anything high up, with that height problem you’ve got going on.’

Emily held her hands to her mouth to hide the grin. Adam’s eyes twitched as he struggled to find a comeback.

We played around in the garden for a while, kicking the football at the concrete wall. The sky beamed down on us with its steel-grey gaze. After we finished our first game of football, Emily had to leave to go to Morecambe for the day. She seemed reluctant to leave us, begging Adam to come with her. He took this power as a compliment.

‘Emily, we have more important matters on our hands than your day trip. We have to find Carla.’

Emily released Adam’s arm without a word, turned towards her caravan, and left.

*

Adam and I decided to trek out to the woods around 1:00 pm, when Granddad used to take Carla for her afternoon walks. Granddad offered to go with us, but we told him we’d rather go it alone. We didn’t want to tell him how deep in the woods we planned to go. If we did, he’d end up coming with us and ruining our adventure. Instead, we kept things quiet and told him that we were only going up to the opening of the woods. We told him we would take the binoculars along so we could stand on the edge of the wasteland and look out to sea.

We had lunch, beans and mini sausages on toast, and left. I carried my school bag over one shoulder, like all the cooler kids did. Adam wore the binoculars round his neck like a new accessory.

‘You ready for an adventure, cuz?’ he said.

I nodded. We marched across the stones in our yard and headed up the road, towards the woods and towards the unknown.

Chapter Seven

When we reached the edge of the woods, the trees peered down at us from above like giants. My arms shook slightly, my heartbeat heavy against my chest. The woods were silent except for the occasional whistle of birds and distant laughter. It was strange that the woods seemed so different when we were looking for something. I guess we finally had a genuine mystery on our hands. I started to follow the familiar, claustrophobic path, when I felt a tug on my back.

Adam looked up towards the steep sloping hill. ‘We should go another way.’ It was an avalanche of twigs and leaves.

‘I don’t know, Adam,’ I said. ‘No one knows we’re out here. If we get lost, we’re lost.’

His eyes begged for me to see his logic, to dare a little. ‘Just think, though, Liam. We’re out here anyway. If Carla’s lost, she’s not gonna get lost on the path, is she?’

‘No, but… if anything happens at least we’re on the path where we’re familiar. Then we can find help easier.’

Adam threw his head back, a theatrical growl emerging from his throat, like a bear who had been woken up during hibernation. ‘Look, we’re out here, and nothing’s gonna happen. We might as well do this, seeing as we’re already here. Or am I gonna have to do it alone?’

I looked back toward the entrance to the woods. It was like staring through a portal into another world. A world where rules mattered and where things happened for a reason. In here, it was only nature. We made the rules out there. The woods made their own rules here.

‘Perhaps we should tell Donald. Then at least somebody knows,’ I said.

Adam looked down at his feet and shrugged. ‘Well you can go tell him. I’m waiting here.’

I sighed and headed towards the exit and towards Donald’s cabin. It was afternoon, so he should be here if he wasn’t out doing whatever it was that he’d been busy with again.

As I reached the turn up to Donald’s cabin, I heard a strange noise.

Before, there was only the sound of our feet creeping along in sync. But somewhere, deep behind the trees, I heard a shuffling. At first I thought it might be a deer, but it was too mechanical. Too heavy. I thought maybe somebody was injured. My first instinct was to shout for Adam, but I knew this would scare whatever it was away. It’d destroy our only chance of a genuine mystery ever. I wondered if maybe it was Carla, hurt.

I crept back to Adam, who assaulted a tree with a twig, jostling with an unbeatable enemy. He looked round at me and wrinkled his nose.

‘What’s up?’ he said.

I put my finger against my lips and gestured at him to follow. He eased towards me. There was something else in the woods. My stomach tingled.

I grabbed Adam’s arm and pulled him to the spot, staring up at the pathless hill ahead. At first, he squinted and shook his head. The noise had stopped. Maybe it had just been my imagination or some noise from the caravans nearby. Adam started to open his mouth when I heard it again.

Drag.

Drag.

Drag.

A methodical movement, deep in the unknown.

Granddad had told us never to veer off the path because if anything happened, we wouldn’t be found. Donald told us never to go off the path because there were dangerous secrets lurking behind those trees.

I looked at Adam and then looked up towards the hill. Toward the noise.

Drag.

‘What do you think it is?’ he said.

Adam’s voice sounded distant as I tried to focus on the noise. ‘Dunno. An animal?’

Adam smiled and shook his head as I looked at him. I couldn’t keep my focus in his direction.

‘You don’t think it’s an animal. Let’s go find out.’

I looked over my shoulder. Everything was still. ‘I dunno, Adam, I mean…’

It was no use. Adam already walked ahead, creeping up the side of the hill on all fours, like a lion hunting its prey. I scratched the side of my head and turned back to the entrance of the woods again. It seemed so far away. I knew I had no choice now, so I followed him.

‘Adam,’ I said.

He turned round and put his finger across his lips. His eyes were wide.

I accepted the truth. We both had to investigate now, whether I liked it or not. This was way too big to let pass. I spotted a towering nest of ants in the corner of my eye, just to our left. I gulped as my mind flickered back to the time my cousin put his foot in a mountain of them. They nipped at his skin for hours. A painful, salty bath sorted the problem. We hadn’t been too far off the track since. Now, that seemed to be the least of our problems.

We carried on. The trees grew thicker around us, crowding and swallowing us up. The birds still chirped somewhere above us, but they sounded distant. I followed Adam’s lead and looked over my shoulder repeatedly. It felt like I’d landed on some undiscovered planet with aliens, but we had no idea what they looked like or whether they’d want to make friends with us or eat us. We moved up the hillsides, step by step, being careful not to snap any branches under our feet. The dragging noise seemed to be getting closer. I squinted ahead to see if I could see anything, but branches and leaves covered my view. The soft, spongy ground invited us further in, tempting us with promises of a discovery. The sun hid behind the tops of the trees, which thickened the further we got from the path. Something jolted to our right and flinched. My eyes raced, trying to pinpoint the source. A squirrel sat tucking into a nut.
Just a squirrel.
Nature was keeping an eye on us.

The further we got up the hill, the closer the dragging noise got and the softer the ground felt. We’d never been this far in before. We stopped every few seconds to work out where we were and re-coordinate. I looked back down to where the path was, but it was invisible, hiding behind the trees. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. I knew the path had to be down there because it was downhill. At least we knew where to run if anything happened.

Suddenly, Adam froze in his tracks. He stared at the ground and clutched his chest, his eyebrows arching inwards. I could see that he was trying to say something.

‘What? Adam?’ I whispered.

He punched me in the arm, his face still fixed on one spot. He pointed at the ground in front of him with the same arm. I let my eyes follow his arm, and I saw it.

There was an indentation in the ground. At first I thought it was the start of a path but it was clear that something heavy once sat here. The trail went off into the distance, mounds of soil on either side. My tummy fluttered. The dragging noise had stopped.

The two of us stood rigid, staring at the groove in front of us. I looked over my shoulder again and scratched at my neck. We were too far in to turn back.

‘What… what do you think… I mean, what is it?’ I asked.

Adam crouched to his knees, put his nose towards the patch as if he was a sniffer-dog, and looked up the trail. ‘We have to go on, Liam.’

My knees wobbled like jelly. ‘Right. I dunno. What do you think it is, I mean?’

He rose from his knees again and itched the back of his head. ‘Could be a deer. Injured. Could be anything really. We won’t know ‘til we look.’

‘Do you think it could be Ca—’

‘No. It isn’t. We have to carry on.’

I was about to say Carla, but he knew this already. He was still determined to find Carla, but saw this as a separate mystery. I couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of my tummy telling me that Carla’s disappearance and whatever we were about to find at the end of this trail were related in one way or another.

‘You sure we shouldn’t get somebody to come with us?’ I asked. I knew it was a pointless question.

Adam shook his head. ‘You can go back if you want, Liam. Suit yourself.’

He began to follow the trench. My heart raced. I couldn’t be left out here on my own. What if something came for me? I jolted forward towards Adam, breathing quickly.

As I prepared to step on the road of soil, Adam pushed me away, his jaw wide open. ‘What do you think you’re doing, you idiot? That’s destroying evidence. We need to keep it as it is and stay along the side. Don’t want your lanky footprints ruining it.’

I stuck my tongue out and nodded my head, but I knew he was right. I’d been a little careless. I wondered if I’d be one of those mystery hunters who were really good at the preparation, good at the training and the tests, but when it came to the actual thing, got too overexcited or scared to solve things properly. Adam didn’t seem clumsy; he was determined to follow the trail. His curiosity had been tickled, and, like a purring cat on its back, he wanted more.

I let Adam lead the way. He travelled next to the trail in a half-walk, half-jog. He kept his eye on it, being careful not to lose it, but I think we both got the impression that this was taking us somewhere. Leading us away to uncharted territory.
A real mystery.
I wasn’t sure that I liked it as much as I thought I would.

As we got further up the trail, a team of birds leapt into the sky, breaking through the peace up ahead. We moved a little faster now, trying not to disturb any potential evidence on the way. I tried to breathe deeply. It was something Mum had once tried to make her more relaxed. I wanted to run away and wished that we could see whatever it was and leave. Adults didn’t seem to be scared when they were solving things, and neither did police officers when they were sussing out crimes. They got on with things. I looked behind, and the path ducked behind a salad of trees and hedges. The safe part of the woods was nowhere to be seen.