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Chapter one
Arrival
Kara leant her head against the car window and looked out at the other cars driving past on the motorway. Where had the cars been? Where were they going? Who were the people sitting inside them and what were they thinking?
Sometimes Mum passed the cars in front and Kara had time to look inside. Kara smiled at a man and woman having an argument in a black Ford. They were probably arguing about something stupid. It's strange, Kara thought. People always argue about things that are not important and then they don't talk about the things that are important. Why?
Then Mum drove faster and suddenly the man and woman were gone.
In the next car they passed, a couple were sitting in the front. They were not talking but they looked relaxed and happy together. Maybe they were listening to the radio. A young girl and boy were sitting in the back seat. The girl was asleep and the boy was playing a video game. They looked like a happy family, Kara thought. They were probably going home after a day at the beach or a visit to a castle.
Kara had started thinking about her own dad when Mum said, 'We won't be on the motorway much longer.'
'Is it far?' Martin asked, yawning in the back seat.
Kara turned and looked into Martin's open mouth. She felt like she could see all the way down his throat to his stomach. It did not look very nice.
Kara looked at Mum. 'Why can't we go on a real holiday?' she asked.
'This is a real holiday,' Mum replied. 'You'll love it.'
Kara did not know where they were going for their holiday.
It was Mum's surprise. Five days ago she had suddenly decided that they were going away for a week. Kara had imagined lying on a beach in Spain, dancing in the streets of Rio, shopping in New York. But when they drove past the airport, she realized that Mum had a different plan. Her mum's idea of a holiday was probably a week inside a caravan in a wet field outside a sad seaside town.
Kara's disappointment grew when they left the motorway and drove further into the countryside. They passed through a small town and some villages, but soon there were only fields around them and there were no other cars on the road. Then Mum stopped the car.
'Are we there?' Martin asked. 'I'm hungry.'
Kara looked out of the window but it was getting dark now and she could not see much. Mum took a map from under the seat and tried to find where they were.
'We're lost, aren't we?' Kara said.
'Not very lost,' Mum replied. But Kara did not believe her.
'Why don't you use your phone?' Kara said.
Mum smiled at Kara. 'Good idea,' Mum said. But as she took her phone from her bag her expression changed. 'Oh,' she said. 'There's no signal.'
'I don't believe it!' Kara cried. Then she took out her own phone to check. Mum was right. They were miles from the nearest village and they could not phone anyone for help.
Suddenly Martin kicked the back of Kara's seat. Kara turned and gave her brother one of her 'I'm-going to-kill-you looks. Martin smiled at his sister at the same time as Mum started the car.
'Let's go on,' Mum said. 'I'm sure we'll find a road sign or a house... or a phone box.'
They drove slowly down the narrow country roads. For a few miles the car's headlights lit up the trees on both sides of the road. Then suddenly the trees disappeared and all they could see was the road in front of them. It seemed to go on for miles and miles.
After twenty minutes they came to a crossroads. Mum stopped the car and Kara looked for a road sign but she could not see one.
'There must be a sign,' Mum said nervously.
'Maybe it fell over,' said Kara. 'I'll look.'
Kara was pulling the car door handle when suddenly the face of a large brown dog appeared at the window. It was showing its teeth and barking and growling. Its eyes were staring wildly at Kara and there was a red light flashing on its collar. Kara quickly let go of the handle and felt her mum's arms around her.
'Max!' shouted a voice from the darkness and a few seconds later a large man appeared. He pulled the dog away from the car and looked in through the window. Then he said something that Kara could not hear.
Kara looked at her mum for permission to open the window. Mum nodded and Kara opened it a little. The man leant down so he was close to Kara.
'Don't worry - the dog won't hurt you,' the man said. 'Max loves people.'
Kara looked at the dog running in circles around the car, the red light flashing on his collar, and then she looked back at the man. He was about forty years old with black hair. He wore a black jacket and when he smiled Kara could see his perfect teeth. They were too perfect, she thought. Kara did not like the man with the perfect teeth.
'Are you lost?' the man asked.
'Yes, we are,' Mum replied. 'We're looking for-'
'Owl Hall?' the man said.
'That's right. How did you know?' asked Mum.
'It's the only place around here...' the man replied. 'Apart from my house, of course. I'm Howard, by the way.'
Kara noticed that Mum seemed to relax when she heard the man's name. 'Hello, Howard. Nice to meet you,' she said.
'There was a sign here once,' said the man, pointing up the road, 'but it fell down in the storms last year. Go straight ahead and after 800 metres you'll see a turning to the left. Go down the road and you'll come to Owl Hall. Enjoy your stay.'
Mum thanked the man and they drove on. Kara looked back and watched him disappearing into the darkness. Soon the only thing she could see was the flashing red light on the dog's collar.
'There it is!' Mum said suddenly.
The car turned left and they drove down a bumpy track, waking Martin up.
'Where are we?' Martin asked sleepily.
'We're here,' Mum said, looking at the wooden sign that hung next to a large metal gate. There was a picture of an owl on the sign and the name: 'Owl Hall'.
Mum smiled and turned to Kara. 'Please can you open the gate for me, darling?' she said
'Why me?' Kara said as she got out of the car, closing the door loudly behind her. It was cold outside and very quiet. Kara looked around her but she could not see far in the darkness. As she walked towards the gate she heard an owl calling and the noise of something moving in the bushes. Suddenly Kara thought she could feel someone or something watching her. 'It must be the owl,' she told herself as she reached the gate. Through the gate she could see the shapes of several small buildings and one large building. They had arrived but Kara did not know where they were. She only knew two things: the place was called Owl Hall and something did not feel right.
The gate creaked loudly as Kara pushed it open. Then she turned and waved to Mum in the car. Mum drove through the gate with Martin smiling in the back seat, and parked in the driveway next to two other cars. As Kara was closing the gate, she thought she heard a voice whispering in her ear.
'Kara! Help me. Let me go!' the voice said.
But when Kara turned round, no one was there.
Chapter two
Exploring
'So? What do you think?' Mum asked Kara.
Owl Hall was a large farmhouse building which surrounded a central courtyard. The house had lots of windows but there were no lights on and inside it was very dark. There was just one security light in the courtyard. In the centre of the courtyard there was a round pond which had a strange silver sphere in its middle. The first word Kara thought of when she saw Owl Hall was 'spooky' but she did not want to upset her mother so she said, 'Wow!'
Martin knew what Kara was thinking and he started laughing. Kara put a finger to her mouth - she was telling him to be quiet. Then she saw a security camera looking at them.
'They told me the keys were under the owl on the left,' Mum said, reaching down. She lifted a stone owl next to the front door and found a set of keys underneath it. Then she unlocked the door and they went into the main house. The entrance hall was quite small with a cupboard and a table. Above the table there was a photograph of Owl Hall. On the left there was a staircase going up to the next floor and next to the staircase there was a door. There was another door to the right of the table.
'Look!' said Mum. 'Here's a plan of the house.' She picked up the plan and a Welcome Pack from the table. She studied the plan for a moment and then pointed at the door next to the staircase. 'This must be the kitchen,' she said.
She opened the door and they walked into a large kitchen. Kara had expected an old house to be full of old things but the kitchen was all new. On the right there was a big cooker, some cupboards, a sink and a dishwasher. There were more cupboards on the left and a fridge with alphabet letters stuck to it. At the end of the room there was a large window and a rectangular table with six chairs around it.
'What an amazing kitchen,' Mum said.
'Where are we?' asked Kara.
'Owl Hall,' said Mum. 'I told you.'
Kara sat at the table and opened the Welcome Pack. A letter welcomed them to Owl Hall.
Dear guests,
We hope you enjoy your stay at Owl Hall, the perfect place to escape from the stress of everyday life. Owl Hall has four holiday homes. Apart from the main house there are three smaller cottages. All our guests can use the gym and games areas in the main house. You are welcome to explore the grounds, which include a wood and a small lake where you can swim in summer. While you are here, we hope you will keep a record of your stay on our own private blog.
Best wishes,
The Owl Hall team
Martin sat down next to Kara and stared at her. 'Kara, I'm bored. Can we go and explore the house?' he said.
Kara looked across at Mum, who was searching in the cupboards. 'Can we explore, Mum?' she asked.
'I can't but you can,' replied Mum. 'I'll need to make us something to eat. Don't go too far. And don't go outside. It's too late.'
So Kara and Martin ran from the kitchen and went upstairs. At the top of the stairs there was a bathroom on the right and a large bedroom with a double bed. To the left there was a corridor with a smaller bedroom, a bathroom and another bedroom. They went down the corridor. Martin jumped onto the bed in the last bedroom.
'This is my room!' he shouted to Kara. 'You can have the other one.'
Kara looked around the room. Its white walls were bare - they had no pictures on them. There was a bed, a chair and a table with a light on it. And that was all.
'It's like a prison cell,' she said.
'I know,' Martin laughed. 'That's why I like it.'
'Don't talk rubbish, Martin,' said Kara. Then she took out her phone and saw there was still no signal.
'I can't believe it!' she said. 'We're cut off from the world.'
'I think I saw a laptop in your room,' Martin said. 'Maybe you can use the Internet.'
So Kara went into the other small bedroom. Her room was much nicer than Martin's. There were shelves with lots of books. The walls were sky blue, which was her favourite colour, and there were pictures on the walls. One of the pictures was a copy of her favourite painting - The Bedroom by Vincent van Gogh.
Martin was right. There was a laptop on the desk. She turned on the computer and waited. A few seconds later a dark Owl Hall 'Welcome' page appeared with the message:
Welcome to Owl Hall. Click here to start.
Kara tried to log on to the Internet, but it was impossible to close the Owl Hall page.
'Spooky.' Martin was looking over her shoulder. 'We're in prison in Owl Hall.'
Kara clicked on the link to enter the Owl Hall site and a new page opened. There were three links on the page:
Explore Owl Hall
Blog
About Owl Hall
She chose the third link.
'I want to know where we are,' she explained to Martin.
But there was no address and no map on the 'About Owl Hall' page. The page showed the same information she had read in the Welcome Pack. 'Owl Hall has four holiday homes. Apart from the main house there are three smaller cottages. All our guests...'
'Well, I can't find out where we are but I can write a blog,' she said.
Kara was opening the 'Blog' page when she heard her mother's voice calling from the bottom of the stairs.
'Dinner's ready!' Mum called.
'Coming!' shouted Kara.
Kara was shutting down the laptop when she heard Martin close the bedroom door.
'What are you doing, Martin?' she asked.
'Kara,' he said, sounding nervous. 'Can I talk to you?'
'Of course you can, Martin,' she replied. 'What do you want to talk about?'
Martin sat down on the bed and looked at his hands. 'Something's not right,' he said. 'I... don't know how to say it.'
'It's OK, Martin. I'm listening,' Kara said.
Then Martin started biting his fingernails. 'It's this place... this holiday. I've got a bad feeling, Kara. Please don't laugh,' he said nervously.
But Kara was not laughing. She waited for Martin to go on. Sometimes it was important to give Martin time to think.
'I think someone is watching us,' he said.
Kara did not say anything because she had felt the same thing. From the moment they had walked into the courtyard, she had felt someone watching her. She remembered the security camera and the voice that whispered to her. 'Kara!' the voice had said. 'Help me. Let me go!'
'I think I saw someone in the courtyard...' said Martin. 'It was while you were using the computer. You won't let them take me away, will you, Kara?' he went on. 'Please promise you won't leave me.'
'I won't leave you,' said Kara. Then she reached out and held Martin's hand.
Chapter three
Feeling Awkward
Nobody said much at dinner. When Martin finished eating, he got up silently and went into the living room. After he had left, Mum put her fork down and looked at her daughter. 'Why was your bedroom door shut earlier?' she asked.
'I'm allowed some privacy, aren't I?' replied Kara angrily. 'Of course you are. But...'
'But what?' said Kara. 'Are you worried I'm going to do something stupid again?'
'No, of course not,' said Mum. There was an awkward silence. That's a funny word, Kara thought suddenly. 'Awkward'. It sounds... awkward. It looks... awkward. Kara looked across at the alphabet letters that were stuck to the fridge. She imagined the letters of the word moving awkwardly on the fridge door, changing position, spelling the word 'awkward'. Then she imagined four of the letters from the word moved again. This time they spelt her name.
'Kara.' Martin was calling her from the living room. 'Kara, there's no TV!'
Kara stared angrily at her mother. 'Mum,' she said, 'is there really no TV?'
'I wanted to find somewhere quiet to go on holiday,' replied Mum. 'Somewhere we could spend some time together.'
Kara left the kitchen, still angry, and went through to the living room. It was a long room with large leather armchairs and sofas grouped around a fireplace.
'What are you doing, Martin?' Kara asked.
Martin was kneeling down and putting pieces of newspaper in the fireplace. His eyes were bright with excitement.
'Look, Kara! I'm making a fire,' he said. 'Come and help me.'
'I don't think we should make a fire, Martin,' Kara replied. 'Mum will be very angry.'
But Martin wasn't listening. He was concentrating on building his fire. He put more pieces of newspaper in the fireplace and then took a box of matches from a small table.
'Are you ready, Kara?' he said.
Then Martin took a match from the box and lit it.
'Martin! Don't!' Kara shouted.
She run to the fireplace and took the match from Martin's hand, before he had light the fire. Mom heard Kara shouting and she came quickly from the kitchen.
'What's going on?' mom asked.
'She started it!' Martin shouted, pointed at Kara.
'It was Martin!' Kara sad.
Mom looked at Kara.
'You tired Kara, go to bad.' She said calmly.
'But mom?' sad Kara
'I sad go to bad!' sad mom.
Kara walked out of the room and quickly went upstairs and into her bad, closing the door behind her. She stood next to the door and listen. For a few minutes she could not hear anything, than she heard Martin running up the stairs and down the corridor. He went past car's door and straight into his own room. After that there was a silent.
Kara sat down at the desk, and turn on the laptop. She learnt on to the Owl Hall site and clicked one the blog section. A massage invited her to starter blog and keep record if her stay. At the top of the page there was a title:
"Day 1"
She steered at the word for about a minute, thinking about what to wright. Then suddenly the word rushed into her had. When Kara went down stairs for breakfast the next morning, mom was sitting at the table riding a magazine. Kara trikes some fruit juice and watched to her mother. When mom at first talked about this holyday Kara thought that she wanted to talk about the incident. Mom did not want to talk about it at home. So Kara thought her plan had been to take Kara and Martin away to a place were talking would be easier.
Kara hoped they would be long conversations about what did happened and how they could help each other but now Kara was not so shore. Mom and Kara were alone in the kitchen and it was the perfect moment to start talking. Mom did not seem to want to talk about the incident. She wanted to talk about the weather, about how well she had slept and about breakfast cereals. Mom did not like talking about the problems. Dad had been opposite. Dad always sad, that a problem could not be fixed until everyone sat down and talked about it. Then they could find a solution that they will all happy with. But mom did not agree with him. And she did wanted sit down and talks. They had been a lot of arguments before dad left to go to Australia.
'Can I go out?' Kara asked.
'Alright but don't go too far,' Mum replied.
Martin was in the bathroom having a shower. Kara knocked on the door and told him she was going to explore outside. He said he would come out in a minute. Then Kara put on a jacket and picked up her phone. There was still no signal but as she was looking at the phone Kara had an idea. She could use its camera to make a video of Owl Hall. She turned the phone onto video and started filming as she walked out of her room and along the corridor towards the stairs.
'Awkward Productions presents...' she said in her worst American accent, 'Owl Hall - the movie... directed by Kara.' She imagined herself making a real film as she moved the phone around her, exploring the floor, the walls, the doors. 'This is Mum's bedroom. She has the biggest bedroom, of course... and now we're going downstairs and out the front door... into the courtyard of Owl Hall.' Kara filmed the courtyard and the pond with the strange silver sphere in the middle. Through the windows on one side of the courtyard she could see the gym that she had read about in the Welcome Pack.
Kara's video tour continued outside the courtyard in the driveway. She filmed the Owl Hall sign they had seen in the darkness when they had arrived the night before. Then she walked to the far end of the building and filmed two of the holiday cottages next to the main house. The cottages looked empty. After that she walked to the other side of the house, past the window of the third small cottage. She looked in the window but could not see anything. Behind the main building there was a large, open field with trees at the end. Kara held her phone camera up to film the trees. She wanted to record the sound of the leaves moving in the wind.
'And over there,' she said, 'there's a...'
Kara moved the phone camera towards where some trees and bushes were hiding a large old barn. As Kara began to film the barn, she thought she saw someone moving in the bushes. But as she was going to get a closer look, Martin suddenly appeared and jumped on her. He pulled her to the ground and knocked the phone from her hand. Kara pulled herself free and looked over at the barn just in time to see a figure running into the trees at the end of the field.
'What is it, Kara?' said Martin, laughing. 'Why do you look so frightened? Have you seen a ghost?'
Chapter four
Spy Catching
Where are we going?' Kara asked. She was following Martin down the bumpy track that passed Owl Hall.
'I want to see where this track goes,' Martin answered. After a hundred metres, the track started to go up a hill. Kara heard her mother's voice inside her head saying, 'Don't go too far'. Kara used the phone to film the ground beneath her feet, the bushes on either side of the track and the fields behind the bushes. Martin walked along the track in front of her. He was carrying a large stick he had found in the bushes. Kara watched him lift the stick and hit a bush.
A brother and sister can be so different, she thought. She and Martin looked very different. Kara had dark hair while Martin had ginger hair. Kara had green eyes while Martin had brown eyes. Kara was quite tall and slim but Martin was shorter and well-built. Martin was strong and Kara was not. Sometimes, when they fought, Kara thought he did not know how strong he really was. But probably the biggest difference between them was their personalities. Kara was quiet and shy while Martin was loud and outgoing. In many ways, Martin was like his father and Kara was like her mother.
When Mum and Dad had decided to separate, Martin had changed. It was not a sudden change. Kara was not sure if Mum had noticed the change at first. Kara had noticed it because she spent a lot of time with her brother. In the past, Kara had usually known what Martin was going to say or do. During the separation, it became difficult to know what Martin was thinking. His character would sometimes suddenly change. When Martin's character changed, Kara had to watch him carefully.
They were quite far away from Owl Hall now and Kara was starting to worry.
'I think we should go back,' she said.
'No, there's a house up that hill. I want to see it,' said Martin.
So they climbed the hill and reached the house. There they came face to face with Max, the dog from last night. Kara and Martin did not move. Kara remembered Howard, the dog's owner. He had said that the dog liked people but Kara thought it looked dangerous.
'Max!' Martin said to the dog. 'It's OK. We're friends.'
Then Martin walked over to the dog and stroked its head. The dog wagged its tail.
'He's OK,' Martin said. 'He's big but he won't hurt you.'
They walked through the gate and came to the house. It was a tall, narrow building that did not look loved.
'This must be Howard's house,' Kara said. 'He said he had a house near Owl Hall.'
Suddenly a face appeared at one of the upstairs windows.
'Come on!' Martin shouted as he turned and ran back down the track in the direction of Owl Hall. Kara ran after him, imagining the person at the window running downstairs and chasing them.
When they were back in her bedroom at Owl Hall, Kara and Martin connected the phone to the laptop and watched the video that Kara had made earlier.
'Awkward Productions presents...' Kara's voice said. Kara did not want to watch the whole video. She wanted to find the Moment when she had seen someone or something in the bushes outside the barn.
'This is it!' Kara said when she reached the moment when the phone fell to the ground. She went back a few seconds and watched carefully. As the image moved in closer to the barn, she pressed pause and pointed to a shape in the bushes.
'Look, Martin. Can you see?' she asked. 'There's someone watching us.'
Martin nodded his head and watched the shape moving in the bushes. A few seconds later the phone fell to the ground.
'It's a spy,' Martin told her.
'I'm going to upload the video to my blog,' Kara replied.
She logged in to the site and started uploading the video. Suddenly a message appeared on the screen. It said:
You have one new message. Click here to read.
Kara looked at Martin, who nodded.
'Go on,' he said.
She clicked on the link and a new window opened with a message.
I need to talk to you. Meet me in the barn at five o'clock. Come alone. A friend.
'It's a message from the spy,' Martin said. 'Be careful. It might be a trap.'
'Don't be stupid,' replied Kara.
Then both of them jumped because someone had rang the doorbell. Kara and Martin waited for Mum to answer the door but a few seconds later the bell rang again. Then the visitor started knocking on the front door.
'I'll go,' said Kara. She looked from Martin to the laptop. 'Don't read my blog, Martin.'
'Why would I want to read your blog?' Martin asked.
Kara walked quickly downstairs and opened the front door. The man they had met last night was standing outside. He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, and held out his hand.
'Hello,' he said. 'I'm Howard. Do you remember me?'
'I remember,' said Kara, but she did not shake his hand. She was wondering if Howard had watched her and Martin when they had visited the narrow house on the hill.
'Is your mother at home?' Howard asked.
'I think so,' Kara replied.
Kara did not asked the man to come inside. She went through the kitchen but her mother was not there. Kara looked in the living-room but she was not there either. Then she went back into the kitchen and through the utility-room to the gym. There she found Mum joking on a treadmill.
'Mum!' Kara said. 'We've got a visitor.'
Mum looked up, but she was not looking at Kara, she was looking over her shoulder. Kara turned round and saw Howard in the door way.
'Howard!' Mum said as she was speaking an old friend.
'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to see how you are,' Howard replied.
'We are fine,' Mum said. She stopped the treadmill and Kara noticed that she seemed nerves.
'Kara, darling,' Mum said. She usually called darling when she wanted her to do something. 'Please, can you go and make some tea. Would you like some tea, Howard?'
'I'd love some,' he said, turning and smiling at Kara. Kara knew that neither Howard nor Mum really wanted a cup of tea, they wanted Kara to leave them along so they could talk. As Kara went back to the kitchen, she heard the door closing quietly behind her. She searched around the kitchen and managed to make to cups of tea.
'Tea is ready!' she shouted. Then she went back upstairs into her room and decided to play the video again. She stared for a long time at the person in the bushes, wondering who a friend might be.
Chapter five
The Bedroom
Vincent van Gogh painted The Bedroom in 1888. Kara knew this because she had written about a painting for a school project. Kara's teacher Mr Haulet had asked a class to write about a picture that meant something special to them. Kara had fallen in love with The Bedroom when a moment she first saw it a book at school. It was a very simple picture of the artist's bedroom in the Yellow House in a town called Arles in France. The Bedroom in the painting was a strange shape. One of the things Kara liked about a painting was the colours. The walls and doors were pail blue, the wooden bed and the chairs were partly yellow and the windows were green. The colours made Kara thing of the sun. She could see herself in the room looking out of the windows onto the streets over sleepy French town. She had always wanted the bedroom like the one in the bedroom. 'How strange,' she thought, 'the find my favourite picture here.' Suddenly, Martin run into the room and jumped onto the bed.
'Come on Kara, it's time to go and meet the spy!' he shouted.
'You can't come with me,' she replied. 'He said I have to go alone.'
'Hey,' said Martin, looking upset. 'How do you know the spy is a he? Anyway I'm not going to let you go in your own. I'm coming and that's final.'
So Kara and Martin left their house together. They crossed the courtyard and walked pass the cottages to the barn behind the bushes. The barn was old and looked as it might fall down in any moment. Kara walked in first, followed by Martin.
She had expected the barn to be empty but it was full of old furniture, paintings, boxes, broken computers and a hundred other strange things.
'This place is amazing,' Martin said, sitting down on an old blue armchair.
'What time is it?' asked Kara.
Martin looked across at an old clock in the corner. 'Ten past five,' he said. 'The spy is late.'
They waited until half past five but nobody came. Kara felt disappointed. She had been excited at the idea of finding a new friend. Martin, however, seemed happy.
'Come on,' he said. 'Let's go back.'
Martin started walking back towards the house. Kara waited until he had left and then looked around the barn one last time. 'Hello? Are you here?' she called, hoping the person was hiding in the shadows. But there was no answer. All she could hear was the sound of the clock.
As she followed Martin back to the house it started to rain lightly. Kara looked up and saw dark clouds in the sky above her so she started walking more quickly down the path. As she passed the cottages, she thought she saw a curtain move inside one of the windows. She thought about knocking on the cottage door but now the rain was falling more heavily so she went on back to the house.
When she got back, Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner. There was no sign of Howard. Kara was glad.
'Mum?' she asked. 'Are there other people staying here? I mean, in the other buildings?'
'I don't know,' replied Mum. 'I don't think so. Howard didn't say anything.'
'Howard? Why would he know?' Kara asked.
Her mother's face went a little red. 'He lives up the road,' she said, 'so he knows who comes and who goes.'
'Have you met him before?' Kara asked.
'Howard? No, of course not,' Mum answered quickly. 'Why do you ask?'
'No reason,' Kara replied. 'I was just curious.'
There was something strange about Howard and about the way Mum acted when she was with him. When they had been lost in the car, Mum seemed to relax when Howard had told her his name. There had also been something strange about the way Mum had looked at him in the gym. Had they met before? Or was she attracted to him? Kara hoped not. She hoped her mother was not in love with Howard. The idea made her feel ill.
'How long until dinner, Mum?' Kara asked.
'Five minutes,' replied her mother.
So Kara went to look for Martin. She found him in the games room.
'This is cool,' Martin said. He was throwing darts at a dartboard.
A large pool table dominated the room. Apart from the pool table, there was a small round table, the dartboard, and a big bookcase full of books and board games.
'Do you want to play?' Martin asked as he walked to the dartboard and pulled out the darts he had just thrown. Kara shook her head.
'I've been thinking,' Martin said, 'about the spy. I think I need to teach him something.'
'Teach him?' said Kara.
She watched Martin throw more darts at the dartboard.
'What do you mean?'
'I want to teach him that it's bad to spy on other people,' Martin replied. 'After dinner I'm going to go spy hunting. Do you want to come?'
'No, I don't,' she said. 'You won't hurt him, will you?'
'Bulls eye!' Martin shouted as a dart hit the very centre of the dartboard.
After dinner, while Martin was spy hunting, Kara turned on the laptop and wrote a message to her mystery 'friend'.
Please be careful, she wrote. Martin is looking for you.
She pressed send and quickly received a reply.
Thanks for the warning, read the message.
Who are you? Kara wrote back. Why didn't you come to the barn?
There was a pause. Then the reply came.
I told you before. I'm a friend. I went to the barn but you weren't alone. I heard you talking to someone. I asked you to come alone.
I was with Martin. He's my brother, Kara typed.
Pause.
I have to see you alone, the message came back. How about tomorrow morning, at eight o'clock?
I'll be there, Kara wrote.
And the message came back: I must go now.
Then Kara typed quickly. Wait! Tell me your name.
Pause.
Kara waited for an answer but none came. Had Martin found her 'friend'? What had happened?
Later, when Kara finally heard her brother's footsteps coming along the corridor, she opened the door and called out to him. 'Martin! What happened?'
Martin turned and looked back at her. His face and hair were wet from the rain.
'Did you find him?' Kara asked.
Martin smiled. 'He managed to escape,' he said. 'Someone must have warned him.'
'It wasn't me,' Kara replied, too quickly.
Kara watched as the smile disappeared from Martin's face. She felt uncomfortable because she had lied to her brother and he knew she had lied. What was happening? She had never lied to him before. Martin waited for Kara to say something but she was silent. Then Martin turned and walked to his room.
'Goodnight, Kara,' he said, closing his bedroom door behind him.
Chapter six
Something Bad
Kara woke up early the next morning. She got dressed quickly and then quietly opened the bedroom door. She checked that the door to Martin's room was shut, then she walked slowly down the corridor to the top of the stairs. She waited a few seconds and listened. Was Mum awake? When she was sure that no one had heard her, she went downstairs and silently opened the front door.
Outside it was a beautiful fresh morning. Yesterday's rain had washed everything clean and the leaves on the trees were a deep green. Kara breathed in the clean country air as she walked quickly past the cottages towards the barn.
Inside the barn everything was quiet. All she could hear was the old clock and some birds in the roof. Kara looked around her.
'Hello? Are you there?' she said. There was no reply so she walked through to the other end of the barn. There were several large pieces of furniture along the back wall, including cupboards and wardrobes. A large mirror was leaning against one of the wardrobes. Kara stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.
'Hello,' she said to her reflection.
Suddenly she realized that there was another person's reflection standing next to hers in the mirror.
'Hello,' the reflection said.
Kara looked at the face in the mirror. It was the face of a boy about the same age and height as her. He was quite thin and his face was pale. His hair was brown and wavy, and he had large brown eyes. He was holding a red book. Kara turned round to look at the boy beside her but there was no one there.
'Where are you?' Kara said.
There was a silence. Then she heard a voice shout, 'Over here!'
And the boy appeared again from behind a bookcase. 'Welcome to my home,' he said.
'Your home? Do you live here alone in the barn?' Kara asked.
The boy looked around him. 'Not really. I'm staying in the smallest cottage. But I like it here. People don't come here.'
'Don't you like people?' Kara asked, but the boy did not answer and he looked at her in a strange way. Kara thought that maybe he could see what she was thinking. She felt embarrassed and looked away.
'What's your name?' she asked.
But again the boy did not answer.
'My name's-' Kara began.
'Kara,' the boy said. 'I know. It's a nice name.' Then he smiled. He had a very friendly smile.
'In your message,' Kara went on, 'you said that you needed to talk to me. Why?'
The boy's expression changed. He looked very serious.
'Do you remember that you heard a voice... when you arrived at Owl Hall?' he said.
'Yes, I remember,' said Kara. 'Was it your voice?'
The boy shook his head. Kara did not understand. How did the boy know that she had heard a voice? She had not told anyone. Then she realized that the boy must have read her blog.
'What did the voice say?' the boy asked.
Kara wanted to tell the boy about the voice but something was stopping her. She did not know the boy so how could she trust him? He did not trust her. He had not even told her his name. But there was something about him that made Kara feel safe. She wanted him to be her friend. At that moment she wanted a friend more than anything in the world. So she decided to trust him and tell him what the voice had said. But as she was about to speak, she heard a different voice behind her.
'Don't tell him, Kara.' Martin had followed her into the barn. 'What do you want?' Martin said to the boy. He walked over and stood next to his sister. 'Leave Kara alone.'
'What's wrong?' the boy asked Kara. He did not look at Martin. 'Is it your brother? Tell him to go and leave us alone.'
Martin laughed and took hold of Kara's hand. He held it tightly as he spoke to the boy. Kara began to feel very nervous. When her brother became angry she did not know what he would do next.
'I'm not going anywhere,' Martin said to the boy. 'I think you should go.'
Kara could feel Martin's anger growing as he pressed her hand tighter and tighter.
'Martin's right,' she whispered. 'You should go.'
There was a pause while the boy looked at her and tried to decide what he should do. And then he walked out of the barn. Martin let go of Kara's hand.
'Did you see that?' he shouted. 'I made him go! He was scared of me!'
Martin was right. He had scared the boy away. He had scared Kara too. She started walking out of the barn and Martin ran after her.
'Where are you going?' he shouted. But Kara would not answer him.
Martin followed Kara back to the house and sat opposite her at the kitchen table. He watched her eating her breakfast cereal while Mum was preparing coffee.
'Shall we tell Mum... about your friend the spy?' Martin whispered across the table.
'He's not a spy,' Kara replied.
'Who's not a spy?' Mum asked as she sat down at the table.
'Why can't you leave me alone?' Kara shouted at Martin. Then she got up from the table and left the room. Mum called after her.
'Kara! Where are you going?'
Kara did not answer. She wanted to get away from Martin but he was already behind her.
'Where are you going, Kara?' he said. 'Are you going to see your boyfriend?'
Kara walked up the stairs and Martin followed her.
'Last night you lied to me, Kara,' he whispered. 'Why did you do that?'
'I didn't lie to you,' she said.
'You're doing it again. Why are you lying to me?' Martin said.
'I'm not lying to you!' Kara said.
'And this morning,' Martin went on. 'You left me alone. You broke your promised.'
When she got to the top of the stairs, Kara turned and looked down at her brother. She was surprised to see that he was crying.
'What did I promise?' she asked.
'You promised not to leave me!' Martin shouted.
At that moment Kara had a very bad thought. She thought how easy it would be to push Martin and watch him fall down the stairs. For a few seconds she imagined him lying at the bottom, looking up at her with dead eyes. Kara was shocked. How could she think such a terrible thing? What was happening to her? She loved her brother.
Martin tried to get past Kara but she stopped him.
'I'm sorry, Martin. I promise I won't leave you,' she repeated again and again. 'I promise I won't leave you.'
Kara kept her promise and did not leave Martin for the rest of the day. They played cards together. They read comics together.
They chased each other around the house and walked down the bumpy track together. Kara wanted Martin to trust her again. But all the time they were together, Kara was thinking about the boy from the barn. She was wondering where he was and what he was doing. Was he watching them?
Later that evening, after Martin had gone to bed, Kara sat at the desk in her room and wrote her blog. There was something different about this blog entry. This time she was writing her blog for someone - for the boy in the barn. She wanted him to read it. She needed to explain why she had told him to leave this morning. She wanted to tell him how much Martin needed her and how she had promised not to leave him. She did not tell him about the moment when she had thought about pushing Martin down the stairs. Kara did not feel very good when she remembered that feeling. Did she really want to kill her brother?
chapter seven
A Noise in the Night
What was that?' Kara asked herself as she opened her eyes. It was the middle of the night and she was lying in bed in the dark. Kara thought she had heard something but she was not sure. A minute passed and nothing happened so she yawned and closed her eyes again. I must have been dreaming, she thought. She was almost asleep when she heard the noise again. It was coming from outside and it sounded like something heavy falling and hitting the ground. What could it be?
Kara turned on the light on the bedside table and looked at the time on her phone. It was three o'clock in the morning. She got out of bed and looked out of the window but it was black outside and the only thing she could see was her reflection. Then she heard the noise again. It was coming from the direction of the barn.
Kara decided to investigate so she put on some clothes and walked down the corridor to Martin's room. His bedroom door was half-open.
'Martin?' Kara said. But Martin was not there. She looked around the empty room and suddenly felt frightened. Where had he gone?
Kara thought about waking Mum but she did not want to worry her. So she went downstairs, opened the front door and walked out into the night. It was dark outside but there was a strange orange light in one corner of the sky. It was not a bright light but it shone on the trees and turned them a strange colour. Kara knew immediately what the light was and where it was coming from because she had seen a light like this before. She ran as fast as she could, down the path towards the barn. As she got closer, the noise became louder and the light became brighter. The closer she got to the barn, the hotter she felt. And then suddenly she was standing in front of the barn and it was burning. The barn was on fire! Flames were pouring from the doors and the roof. Kara looked in horror as parts of the roof fell down, crashing to the ground. This was the sound she had heard from her bedroom!
'Martin!' she shouted. 'Are you in there?'
But Martin did not answer. Where was he? Kara tried to get closer to the door but there was too much heat. All she could do was stand and watch the burning building.
'Martin!' she shouted again. 'What have you done?'
Suddenly Kara heard the sound of a fire alarm but it was not coming from the barn. It was coming from behind her... from Owl Hall. She left the barn and ran back to the house. Owl Hall was now on fire! There were flames in all the windows, lighting the courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, Martin was sitting on the ground, watching the fire around him.
'Martin!' Kara shouted. She was trying to be heard over the noise of the alarm.
'I'm making a fire, Kara!' Martin said, his eyes bright with excitement.
'Where's Mum?' Kara asked. 'Is she still inside the house? Please say she's not inside the house.'
Martin looked at Kara and his expression quickly changed to horror. He stood up and ran into the burning house. A few seconds later he was at one of the upstairs windows, surrounded by flames. For a moment Kara thought she saw her brother hold out his hand towards her. Was he asking her to help him?
Then the roof of the building suddenly collapsed and Martin disappeared.
'Martin!' Kara screamed in shock. 'Mum! No-o-o-o-o!'
Kara closed her eyes and cried out in pain. Then she felt her body moving from side to side. Someone was shaking her and she could hear a woman's voice.
'Kara!'
It was Mum's voice. Kara opened her eyes.
'Are you alright?' Mum asked.
Kara did not understand. She was in the courtyard. She looked around her at the buildings. There was no fire. The roof was still on the building. The fire alarm was silent. Everything was the same as it had been before.
Kara felt her mother's arms around her, holding her tight. She immediately felt safe again.
'You were sleepwalking,' Mum said. 'Are you alright?'
'I'm alright,' Kara replied. It had been a dream. A bad dream. A nightmare. It was not the first time that Kara had sleepwalked. It had happened three times since 'the incident'.
Back inside the house, Mum made Kara some hot chocolate and they sat at the kitchen table together. Mum watched Kara as she drank the chocolate.
'I've asked Howard to come and see us tomorrow,' her mother said.
'Oh no,' Kara said. 'He's spooky.'
'Howard is a friend so I want you to be nice to him,' Mum went on. 'Is that OK?'
For a moment Kara said nothing. Then she slowly nodded her head and went back upstairs. She went straight to Martin's room.
'Martin?' she whispered. 'Are you awake?'
'No,' Martin replied. Kara sat down on the bed. Martin was lying on his side, facing away from Kara.
'I just had a terrible dream,' she said.
'I know,' Martin replied.
'How do you know?' Kara asked, surprised.
Martin did not move. 'I was in it, remember?' he said. 'Why didn't you come into the house with me?'
Kara was confused. Had she and Martin had the same dream? She did not want to answer his question so she got up and walked out of the room. As she was closing the door she heard Martin say, 'I held out my hand to you but you didn't come.'
Kara could still see her brother in the burning house, holding out his hand to her. She closed the door and stood in the corridor for a moment. Then she went to her room and wrote her blog. Why had she had such a terrible dream?
Chapter eight
Keep Out!
'Keep Out!'
Kara stared at the handwritten notice on Martin's door. Her brother had terrible handwriting. Kara's handwriting was neat and clear. It was another difference between them. Kara decided that one day she would make a list of all the differences between herself and Martin.
For a moment she thought of knocking on his door. She was still feeling confused about last night and she wanted to know how Martin had known about her dream. But the sign said 'Keep out' so she left him alone and went to the kitchen to have breakfast with Mum. Then she decided to go back to the barn because she wanted to make sure it was still there. She also wanted to find her new friend.
It felt strange walking into the same barn that had been burning down in her dream. This morning it looked the same as always. Kara looked around her and suddenly she saw the boy in the corner. He was sitting in the blue armchair and writing in the old book with the red cover.
'Hello,' Kara said.
The boy looked up and smiled. 'Hello,' he said. 'Are you alone?'
Kara nodded. 'Yes, I am.'
'Where's your brother?' he asked, looking around the barn.
'He's in his room.' Kara laughed. 'He wants to be alone.'
'Good,' said the boy.
'He thinks you're a spy,' said Kara. 'Are you?'
'Maybe,' the boy replied. Then he smiled and closed the book.
'What are you writing?' Kara asked.
'Nothing,' the boy replied, putting the book down on the table beside him. 'I know a place where your brother won't find us. Do you want to go there?'
Kara nodded and followed the boy out of the barn. They did not go back down the path towards the house. They walked round the side of the barn and crossed the field behind it. At the end of the field there were some trees on each side of a stream. This was the first time that Kara had seen the stream and she stopped for a moment to watch the water running over the rocks and stones.
'Come on!' the boy shouted as he jumped to the other side of the water.
The stream was not very wide so Kara could easily jump across and climb up the other side. She looked behind her. Through the trees she could see the barn and Owl Hall in the distance. For a moment she thought of Martin sitting alone in his room but then she decided to stop thinking about him. She ran after the boy and soon they were walking side by side up the hill.
'Where are we going?' Kara asked.
'You'll see,' the boy said. 'It's not far.'
At the top of the hill, they came to a path that took them to a gate. On the other side of the gate there was a wood with hundreds of tall trees. The boy climbed over the gate but Kara stopped. The wood looked dark and mysterious and she was feeling a little afraid.
'What's wrong?' the boy asked.
'I don't know you,' Kara said. 'I don't even know your name.'
The boy looked disappointed. 'What's so important about a name?' he asked. 'Would you trust me more if you knew it?'
It was strange, but Kara felt that she could trust the boy. She did not know why, but she felt that they had something in common. She had always been taught not to trust strangers and it was a rule she followed. But was the boy a stranger? Not really. He was staying at Owl Hall too. So Kara decided to climb the gate and follow him into the wood.
They walked quickly between the trees. It was much darker in the wood. Sometimes the sunlight passed between the trees and lit up the ground beneath them.
'Come on!' the boy shouted and he started running.
Kara ran after him and then suddenly they were coming out on the other side of the trees, back into the daylight.
'Wow!' Kara said.
They were standing at the top of a hill looking down at a lake. The water in the lake was calm, reflecting the sky above it. There were hills all around the lake which hid it from the outside world.
'Wow!' Kara said again. 'It's amazing.'
'I know where there's a boat,' said the boy. 'Come on. I'll take you to the island.'
Kara followed the boy down the hill. There were some bushes by the lake and hidden in the bushes there was a rowing boat, lying upside down.
'Help me turn it over,' the boy said.
They turned the boat over and pulled it into the water. Then the boy went into the bushes and came back with two oars. Kara got into the boat first and the boy followed her. He sat down in the middle of the boat, put the oars in position and started rowing. Kara sat at the back of the boat and looked down into the water. It looked dark and deep. She put her hand in the water and it felt cool and fresh.
They did not speak for the rest of the journey. The boy rowed while Kara looked up at the sky. She felt as calm as the water in the lake. She felt good - very good.
The island was near the other side of the lake. It was smaller than Kara had expected. There was just enough space for a few trees, for the boat, and for Kara and the boy.
After they had pulled the boat onto the island, they sat down on the ground and stared across the water.
'How did you find this place?' Kara asked.
'Last week when I was out walking I found the boat and rowed it here,' the boy said. 'Now I come here every day. It's my island.'
'You're strange!' Kara laughed.
'You are too,' said the boy.
They sat in silence for a while and then the boy looked at Kara.
'Do you ever feel like someone or something is chasing you?' he said.
'No,' Kara said, too quickly.
The boy stood up and started throwing stones into the water. 'I do,' he said.
'Why are they chasing you?' Kara asked.
'Because I'm different,' he replied.
Kara got up and stood beside the boy. He threw a stone into the lake and they watched it bounce across the water several times before it sank.
'We're all different,' she said. 'Everyone in the world is different.'
'No, they're not,' he said. 'Everyone else is the same or trying to be the same. But you and me, we're different. That's why we're here.'
'On the island?' Kara asked.
'No, stupid.' The boy looked into Kara's eyes. 'That's why we're at Owl Hall.'
chapter nine
Missing Martin
When Kara got back to Owl Hall it was the afternoon and the 'Keep out' sign was still on Martin's door. Kara knocked on it but there was no answer. She did not care. Her head was full of a thousand other things and she wanted to write them all down. She went to her room and started writing her blog but it was difficult to express her feelings in words. How could she describe the best day of her life? How could she describe the morning she had spent talking with the boy on the island? She was sure that if she wrote down all the things they had said, the words would look stupid. And it would be difficult to describe the excitement she had felt when her 'friend' (what an amazing word!) had finally told her his name. It was strange, she thought. Most people tell you their name when you first meet them or when someone introduces you to them. But when the boy from the barn had finally told her his name, she felt as if he was sharing the biggest secret in the world. His name was John. She said the name aloud. Then she typed the name again and again. She had a friend and his name was John.
Kara had learnt that John was an only child - he had no brothers or sisters. Kara wondered how it would feel to be an only child and tried to imagine her life without Martin. Martin! She knew that Martin did not like John but things would be different if the two boys could spend some time together. She wondered what Martin had done all morning. Had he spent it in his room?
Kara decided she wanted to talk to Martin so she walked down the corridor and knocked on his door. But there was no answer. She knocked again.
'Martin?' she called. But there was only silence. Kara slowly turned the door handle and opened the door but Martin was not there. Then she realized that there was something different about the room. There were no sheets on the bed and there were no clothes on the floor. Where were Martin's things? What was happening? Was Martin playing one of his games?
'Martin?' Kara said. 'Where are you?'
But Martin did not answer.
Kara suddenly felt very alone. She went back to her room to see if Martin was there. But he was not.
'Kara!' her mother shouted from downstairs. 'Can you come down to the kitchen, please?'
Maybe Martin's already with Mum, Kara thought. She went quickly downstairs and into the kitchen. But the first thing she saw was Howard. He was standing next to the table with Max at his feet.
'Hello, Kara,' Howard said. Then he smiled at her and showed his perfect teeth.
Kara looked quickly around the room but Martin was not there. Then she looked at Mum.
'Mum?' Kara said. 'Have you seen Martin?'
Mum looked at Howard and Kara recognized her expression. It was the same look that she used to give Dad. It was the look that said, 'Talk to your daughter. Be a father.'
'What's happening?' Kara asked.
Howard sat down at the table. 'Your mother says that you've been sleepwalking,' he said to Kara.
Kara began to feel very angry. 'That's none of your business! You're not my dad!' she shouted.
Mum put down the cups she was taking from a cupboard. 'Kara, please don't talk to Howard like that,' she said angrily. 'He's trying to help you.'
'If Howard wants to help me, then he can tell me where Martin is!' Kara said.
'Please don't start!' Mum said. 'Not about Martin, please!'
Howard looked at Kara. 'Please sit down,' he said in a voice full of authority. 'We have to talk.'
Kara slowly sat down at the table.
'Martin is in a safe place,' Howard went on. 'You don't have to worry about him. You have to look after yourself now. Your mother and I are worried about you and we want to help you.'
But Kara was not listening to Howard. She was worrying about Martin. What 'safe place'? What had Martin done? Where had they taken him? 'I promised not to leave him,' she cried.
'Please, Kara...' Mum said. 'Please don't start talking about Martin again.'
Kara turned to stare at Howard. 'Where is he?' she asked.
'I told you,' Howard said. 'Martin is in a safe place.'
'No!' Kara shouted. Then she got up and ran out of the kitchen. She started running up the stairs but then changed her mind.
There was something strange about Howard. She heard his words in her mind. 'Martin is in a safe place.' Where had he taken Martin? The only 'safe' place Kara could think of was Howard's house on the hill. Was Martin a prisoner there?
Kara ran back down the stairs and out through the front door. It was still light outside but the air felt cooler as she ran across the courtyard. She came to the bumpy track and followed it up the hill towards Howard's house. She did not know what she was going to do when she got to the house. She only knew that she had to find Martin.
The daylight was starting to go by the time Kara got to the house on the hill. She stood outside looking up at the dark windows. There were no lights on and she could not see anyone. But she thought she could hear voices coming from inside. She looked around to check that no one was watching her then she walked up to the front door. It was not locked so she opened it quietly and walked into the hall.
Kara's eyes slowly got used to the darkness inside the house. She was standing in a long narrow hall. There was a table by the front door with some unopened letters on it. Kara picked one up. It was addressed to 'Doctor Howard Ward'.
Howard was a doctor...
Then she heard the voices again. At first she thought they were coming from one of the rooms but then she realized that they were coming from under the floor. Kara tried not to make any noise as she walked down the hall and past the staircase. She was feeling very frightened but she knew she had to find Martin. Behind the staircase there were some steps going down to another door. That must be the basement, Kara thought. Martin must be in the basement. Her heart started beating faster as she turned the door handle. But the door was locked.
Kara looked around the hall for a key but she could not find one. What should she do? Should she shout his name? No. There were other people there. She could hear them talking.
If Martin was there too, they might hurt him. But why would they want to hurt her brother? For a moment Kara thought of calling the police. But then she had a better idea.
Chapter ten
An Important Discovery
Kara knocked on the door of the small cottage and waited.
A few seconds later a man opened the door and stared at her. He did not look very friendly.
'Is John here?' Kara asked.
Then John appeared behind the man. 'It's alright, Father,' John said. 'She's looking for me.'
'I suppose you want to come in,' the man said to Kara.
Kara thanked him and walked into the cottage. It was strange being inside it. She had passed it so many times since she had been at Owl Hall. It was much smaller than the main house and it felt cold inside. She followed John to his room.
'I need your help,' Kara said.
'What are you talking about?' John asked. 'What's happened?'
Kara stood by the door, feeling awkward.
'I think Martin has been kidnapped,' she said. 'I think Howard has taken him and locked him in the basement of his house. There are people inside and I can't open the door and I promised I wouldn't leave him. Please help me.'
John thought for a moment. Then he opened a drawer and took out a torch. 'OK, Kara. Let's go and find him!' he said.
But Kara did not move. She was looking at the picture on the wall of John's room.
'What's that?' Kara asked.
John looked at the picture and laughed. 'It's a map of Treasure Island,' he said. 'It used to be my favourite book. I like islands. You know that.'
'And what's your favourite colour?' Kara asked.
'It's green,' he said. 'Why?'
Kara looked at the room's green walls. John's room was painted in his favourite colour and there was a picture from his favourite book on the wall. In the main house Kara's room was painted in her favourite colour and there was a copy of her favourite painting on the wall. Kara's head started going round in circles. What was happening to her?
'Come on!' John said, opening the door. His father was in the living room reading a very large book. He looked up as they walked past.
'Don't be too late,' his father said as they left the cottage. 'I have to get up early to work tomorrow.'
'I promise I won't be late, sir,' John said.
Then John followed Kara up the bumpy track to the house on the hill. They opened the front door and walked into the hall. Kara could still hear the voices from the basement but they were louder now and suddenly she recognized them.
'It's Mum!' Kara whispered. 'It's Mum and Howard's voices. What is Mum doing in the basement?'
John tried opening the basement door but it was still locked. Then he shone the torch on some shelves behind them. He lifted up a key from underneath a silver bowl.
'How did you know the key was there?' Kara asked.
'I'm a spy, remember?' John answered. 'Are you sure you want to do this?'
'Yes!' Kara said. 'Unlock the door!'
So John unlocked the door and opened it. The voices were louder now. Kara could hear that Mum was upset and Howard was trying to calm her down.
'You have to be patient, Janet,' Howard was saying.
'I can't be patient!' Mum cried. 'It happened more than six months ago. I can't do this anymore. I want Martin out of our lives!'
Kara followed John down the steps. There was a strange light coming from the basement and when they reached the bottom of the steps Kara could see that it was coming from a line of TV monitors on a long desk. It looked like the control room of a television studio. There were different pictures on the screens but they were not from TV shows. They were from video cameras around Owl Hall. On each monitor there was an image of a different part of Owl Hall. And underneath each monitor there were labels which read: 'Entrance', 'Courtyard', 'East Cottage', 'West Cottage', 'Main House Kitchen'. Kara paused. Something was moving in the 'Main House Kitchen' picture. Kara moved closer until she could see Mum and Howard standing together in the Owl Hall kitchen. She could hear them talking too.
'You told me that everything would be alright!' Mum shouted at Howard.
'It is alright,' Howard replied. 'You heard what Kara said. She said that Martin had gone.'
'We have to find her,' her mother replied. Then she suddenly left the room, followed by Howard. A few seconds later they both appeared on one of the other monitors - they were walking across the courtyard, past the camera hidden in the silver sphere in the pond.
'Come with me,' Howard said. 'I know how we can find her.'
John took hold of Kara's hand. 'We have to leave,' he said. 'I think they're coming here.'
Kara's eyes were moving from monitor to monitor, she was trying to understand what she was seeing. Then she followed John back up the stairs.
He locked the basement door and left the key under the same bowl. Then they walked quickly out of the house and ran through the trees until they reached the barn.
'Let's hide in here,' John said. So they entered the barn and John sat down in the blue armchair.
'They won't find us here,' John said. 'There aren't any cameras in the barn.'
'But where's Martin?' Kara said. 'I thought he would be in the basement. I have to find him.'
'Kara, Martin's gone,' John said.