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Smee by A. M. Burrage retold by Rosemary Border
No,' said Jackson with a shy little smile. `I'm sorry. I won't play hide and seek.' It was Christmas Eve, and there were fourteen of us in the house. We had had a good dinner, and we wereall in the mood for fun and games − all, that is, except Jackson. When somebody suggested hide and seek, there were loud shouts of agreement. Jackson's refusal was the only one. It was not like Jackson to refuse to play a game. `Aren't you feeling well?' someone asked. `I'm perfectly all right, thank you,' he said. `But,' he added with a smile that softened his refusal but did not change it, `I'mstill not playing hide and seek.' `Why not?' someone asked. He hesitated for a moment before replying. `I sometimes go and stay at a house where a girl was killed. She was playing hide and seek in the dark. She didn't know the house very well. There was a door that led to the servants' staircase. When she was chased, she thought the door led to a bedroom. She opened the door and jumped − andlanded at the bottom of the stairs. She broke her neck, of course.' We all looked serious. Mrs Fernley said, `How terrible! And were you there when it happened?' Jackson shook his head sadly. `No,' he said, `but I was there when something else happened. Something worse.' `What could be worse than that?' `This was,' said Jackson. He hesitated for a moment, then he said, `I wonder if any of you have 1 1Ghost Stories ever played a game called "Smee". It's much better than hide and seek. The name comes from "It's me", of course. Perhaps you'd like to play it instead of hide and seek. Let me tell you the rules of the game. `Every player is given a sheet of paper. All the sheets except one are blank. On the last sheet of paper is written "Smee". Nobody knows who "Smee" is except "Smee" himself− or herself. You turn out the lights, and "Smee" goes quietly out of the room and hides. After a time the others go off to search for "Smee" − but of course they don't know who they are looking for. When one player meets another he challenges him by saying, "Smee". The other player answers "Smee", and they continue searching. `But the real "Smee" doesn't answer when someone challenges. The secondplayer stays quietly beside him. Presently they will be discovered by a third player. He will challenge and receive no answer, and he will join the first two. This goes on until all the players are in the same place. The last one to find "Smee" has to pay a forfeit. It's a good, noisy, amusing game. In a big house it often takes a long time for everyone to find "Smee". Perhaps you'd like to try.I'll happily pay my forfeit and sit here by the fire while you play.' `It sounds a good game,' I remarked. `Have you played it too, Jackson?' `Yes,' he answered. `I played it in the house that I was telling you about.' `And she was there? The girl who broke − .' `No, no,' said someone else. `He told us he wasn't there when she broke her neck.' Jackson thought for a moment. `I don't know if she wasthere or not. I'm afraid she was. I know that there were thirteen of us playing the game, and there were only twelve people in the house. And I didn't know the dead girl's name. When I heard that whispered name in the dark, it didn't worry me. But I tell you, I'm never going to play that kind of game again. It made me quite nervous for a long time. I prefer to pay my forfeit at once!' We all staredat him. His words did not make sense at all. Tim Vouce was the kindest man in the world. He smiled at us all. `This sounds like an interesting story,' he said. `Come on, Jackson, you can tell it to us instead of paying a forfeit.' `Very well,' said Jackson. And here is his story.
Have you met the Sangstons? They are cousins of mine, and they live in Surrey. Five years ago they invited...