The wind was fickle, gusting this way and that, howling through the gaps in the dyke and around the ruin’s ancient stones. I crouched in the night, a black hump amongst the clouded darkness as Mr Lunan and his dogs stalked past, and only then did I approach the ruin.
The padlock was in place, clamped around the lock, with a heavy bolt securing the door to the jamb. I rattled both more in hope than expectation. What was Mr Lunan hiding in here?
I paused, shaking my head. My curiosity had got me into trouble on more than one occasion in the past, and then I heard the whistling.
“Oh, dear God, no!”
I froze as the whistle undulated out of the dark. I could not see from where it came, or to whom it was directed. I only knew it scared me. I belatedly remembered that same sound when I first w
