The last apperntice: The night of the soul stealer

I stared out into the darkness, trying to see what was happening, hoping for lightning to light up the yard again. I just couldn't see the spook at all. But then the back door began to creak open very slowly. Terrified, I moved away from it, retreating until my back was against the wall. Was the boggarts coming for me now?

Copyright 2006 by Joseph Delancy

Chapter One: An Unexpected Visitor

It was a cold dark November night, and Alice and I were sitting by the kitchen fire with my master, the spook. The weather had been getting steadily colder, and I knew that any day now the spook would decide it was time to set off for his "winter house" on the bleak moor of Anglezarke.

I was in rush to go.I'd only been the spook's apprentice since the sping and had never seen the Anglezarke house,the curiosity certainly wasn't getting the better of me. I was warm and comfortable here in Chipenden and that's where I'd rather have spent the winter.
I glanced up from the book of Latin verbs I was trying to learn, and Alice caught my eye. She was sitting on a low stool close to the hearth, her face bathed in the warm glow of the fire. She smiled and I smiled back. Alice was the other reason I didn't want to leave Chipenden. She was the closest i'd ever had to friend, and she'd saved my life on a number of occasions over the last few months. I'd really enjoyed having her living here with us. She made the loneliness of a spook's life more bearable. But my master had told me in confidence that she would be leaving us soon. He'd never really trusted her because she came from a family of witches. He also thought she would start to distract me from my lessons, so when the spook and I went to Anglezarke, she wouldn't be coming with us. Poor Alice didn't know this, and I hadn't the heart to tell her, so for now I was enjoying another of our last precious evenings together in Chipenden.
But as it turned out, that was to be our last one of the year: as Alice and I sat reading by the glow of the fire and the spook nodded off in his chair, the tolling of the summoning bell shattered our peace. At that unwelcome sound, my heart sank right down into my boots. It meant only one thing:spooks' business.
You see, nobody ever came up to the spook's house. For one thing, they'd have been ripped to pieces by the pet boggart that guarded the perimeter of the gardens. So, despite the failing light and the cold wind, it was my job to go down to the bell in the circle of willow trees to see who needed help.
I was feeling warm and comfortable after my early supper, and the spook must have sensed my reluctance to leave. He shook his head as if disappointed in me, his green eyes glittering fiercely.
"Get yourself down there lad" he growled. "It's a bad night and whoever it is won't want to be kept waiting!"
As I stood up and reached for my cloak, Alice gave me a small, sympathetic smile. She felt sorry for me, but I could also see that she was happy to sit there warming her hands while I had to go out into the bitter wind.
I closed the back door firmly behind me and, carrying a lantern in my left hand, strode through the western garden and down the hill, the wind trying its best to tear the cloak from my back. At last I came to the withy trees, where two lanes crossed. It was dark, and my lantern cast disturbing shadows, the trunks and branches twisting inti limbs, claws and goblin faces. Above my head the bare branches were dancing and shaking, the wind whining and wailing like a banshee, a female spirit that warned of a death to come.
But these things didn't worry much. I'd been to this spot before in the dark, and on my travels with the spook I'd face such things that would make your hair stand on end. So I wasn't going to be bothered by a few shadows; I expected to be met by someone far more nervous than I was. Properly some farmer's lad send by his ghost-plagued dad and desperate for help; a lad who'd be scared just to come within half a mile of the spook's house.
But it wasn't a lad waiting in the withy trees, and I halted in amazement. There, beneath the bell rope, stood a tall figure dressed on a dark cloak and hood, a staff in his left hand. It was another Spook!
The man didn't move so I walked toward him, halting just a couple of paces away. He was broad-shouldered and slightly taller then my master, but of his face I could see little as the hood kept his features in the shadow. He spoke before I could introduce myself.
"No doubt he's warming himself by the fire while you're out in the cold," the stranger said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. "Nothing changes!"
"Are you Mr. Arkwright?" I asked. "I'm Tom Ward, Mr. Gregory's apprentice..."
It was a reasonable enough guess. My master, John Gregory, was the only spook I'd ever met but I knew there were others, the nearest being Bill Arkwright, who plied his trade beyond Caster, covering the northern order regions of the county. So it was very likely that this man was him- although i couldn't guess why he'd come calling.
The stranger pulled the hood back from his face to reveal a black bread dappled with flecks of grey and an unruly thatch of black hair silvered at the temples. He smiled with his mouth, but his eyes were cols and hard.
"Who I am is none of your business boy. But your master knows me well enough!"
With those words he reached inside his cloak, pulled out an envelope, and handed it to me. I turned it over examining it quickly. It had beed sealed with wax and was addressed to John Gregory. Well, get on your way, boy. Give him the letter and warn him that we'll be meeting again soon. i'll be waiting for him up on Anglezarke!"