Blue Mary was sad. Everytime someone knocked on her door, and she answered it people would run away. She wanted friends.
Blue Mary’s door was on a gravestone. The name on the grave was not even hers. Or so Old Sam said. She could not read, but wanted to know who she was and how she died.
‘Tha knows Unicorn a Wombwell woods ‘ll tel thi who thy are, and how tha met thee end.’ Old Sam her ghost friend, puffing on his clay pipe, in his leather brogues, moleskin trousers and collarless shirt.
This made Blue Mary sad again. How could she get to see Unicorn if she had no living friends, they just ran away? She had a plan.
She knew the pattern. The person would knock 3 times on her door, then run around her grave 3 times to make her appear.
At the second knock Blue Mary tried to open her door. She pushed, pushed and pushed again, but it would not budge.
As soon as the person had run round for the third time Blue Mary got through the door and shouted ‘Help!’. The boy ran away.
Blue Mary was even more sad. She knew she had tried her best. She started to sing an old song she remembered.
Suddenly, she heard a small voice outside her grave joining in. So Blue Mary made up her own words to the song. And she sang..
Do not be afraid of me
I am a little girl like you
Will you be friends with me?
She was surprised to hear a reply sung back:
I am not afraid at all
I am a little girl like you
We could play ball.
She carefully, slowly opened her grave door. She did not want to scare her new friend away. She gasped. There were two pretty girls about her age. One with a pink braid in her hair, and the other a purple braid in her hair.
‘You’ve got no shoes on. That’s funny.’ Said the girl with the pink braid.
‘O’. Said Blue Mary looking at herself for the first time. She wore a faded woollen shawl over a dress that had often been patched and mended.
She frowned. The other girls began to laugh, and soon, so did she.
‘My names VeeVee’ said the girl with the pink braid
‘Mines Ami.’ said the girl with the purple braid.
‘Can’t stay. Mummy’s calling. And she saw them run away.
Blue Mary held her head low, she thought she would never see her two new friends again. She waited for them to return. Reluctantly she returned to the grave.
Old Sam said. ‘You may not recall, lass, as living have busy lives, and can’t be bothered w I th us dead ‘uns. A tell thee…’
She heard a knock, then another, and another and the faint pat, pat, pat of feet round the grave.
She carefully, slowly opened her grave door. It was Ami, out of breath.
‘ Sorry, about last time. Haven’t got long, now. Wanted to say sorry.’
‘You can stop fretting, Ami,’ said Blue Mary ‘I forgive you, but if you see Veevee can you tell her I went to Wombwell woods to see the Unicorn. Please can you do this for me?’
‘Yes,’ said Ami, then ran off.
Blue Mary worried that in her hurry to get away Ami would forget.
Old Sam said to Blue Mary, ‘Watch thee Sen lass, wi Glamour, wi magical folk. They allus expect summat back.’
‘Summat..’ Then she was there.
Out of corner of her eye, Blue Mary saw a great silver horse with an ivory horn on its head. She shook her head looked straight.
Looking straight at the creature Blue Mary saw a big grey beast with big plates of bone, two small hairy horns on its massive head.
Suddenly, the creature startled at her ran off into the woods. Blue Mary ran after it, over stumps, pushing aside branches, hurting her bare feet, ripping her dress.
The creature was fleet and fast, crashing through the wood as if it was made of matchstick. She stopped, puffing and panting.
Her breath back she noticed the wood was quiet and the creature gone. She was lost and began to cry realising no way back.
Sad, she began to sing the old song again. It’s music echoing among the green leaves and dappled floor. She felt a breath.
Behind her somebody spoke out of the forest:
‘Do not turn around as I will not be able to speak, if you do.
‘O.K.’ She replied
‘I have a job for you.’
‘Oh.’ said Blue Mary.
‘I have 5 brothers and sisters I need to find’
And there was Old Sam.
‘Tha looks outta sorts, lass.’
Said Old Sam.
‘I went to see Unicorn’
‘Aye. Tha ant moved. Stopped mid sentence, love.’
‘Said it knew what I were after.’
‘Aye’, said Old Sam,
‘Told me to find its folk, first.’
‘Aye, a see.’ Old Sam was quiet, chewing on his clay pipe.
‘Wild creatures, lass. Wild. Tha knows what that me-ans.’
‘No.’ Replied Blue Mary
‘If Tha unites ‘em..Death and destruction. Death and destruction.’
‘Tha knows Wombwell coat of arms.’
‘Six Unicorn heads on it.’
‘Rumour has it, Wombwell Hall has secret passages.’
Blue Mary waited. Would the little girl in the purple dress ever return. She wanted to thank her, and ask another favour.
Old Sam said:
‘Aye, living can o’er magic. There were this..’
And Blue Mary heard three knocks on her grave door , the pat, pat, pat round the grave.
She carefully, slowly opened her grave door. There stood Veevee, out of breath.
‘ Can I join in, too?’ Veevee said.
‘Join in?’ Replied Blue Mary.
‘Tell Ami, summat.’
‘O. I see. Yes, please. Can you tell Ami ‘Blue Mary is in Wombwell Hall to see Unicorns.’
‘Blue Mary is in Wombwell Hall to see Unicorns.’
‘You remembered it all. I wish I could remember like that.’ said Blue Mary.
‘Got to go. Mummy’s calling.’ As she was going Ami shouted.
‘Your name’s Mary, an you got killed in a mine an your graves over ‘ere an Grandad told us.’
Blue Mary was smiling, laughing with Old Sam. ‘ I know who I am, where I died, and where buried. No death and..’
She was there. Cold stone beneath her bare feet, cold damp stone walls either side.’O, no.’ She said.