Chapter Five ~ Underground
For every man worthy of the name is an initiate; but each one into different Mysteries.
(Lud-In-The-Mist, Hope Mirrlees)
“Wally stepped out from the shadows and waved me over. Even in the ugly orange street light I recognised his short ginger hair, squashed, meaningless face, and odd glasses. What was he doing- still here? Wally told me the story. I have to write it down now before I dismiss it as the nonsense it almost certainly is.
Wally! What a let down! I thought Dad might have at least come face to face with ‘them’.
I’d had to pretend I needed to go to the toilet urgently. The lights were sharp and nasty in the school toilets. I’d checked the cracked tiles on the floor to see if there were any messages there. Nothing about brain rays. Just patterns.
Wa
