Page 56 of Murder Most Haunted

Extract from They Do It With Strings podcast

‘The Tin House’: Episode Four

[Sound of shovels and earth being moved]

Noah: On a wintry afternoon in late December, a group of knowledge-hungry investigators gathered in the Atherton cemetery to begin their grisly task.

Clouds blotted the watery sun, hiding its view of the blasphemous sight below.

The companions circled a tiny, grey stone hidden by the moss of time, determined to uncover the secret of Beth Hallow once and for all.

Bridie: Moss of time?

Harold: You don’t half talk some drivel, Noah.

Noah: I’m creating an atmosphere. Podcasts rely on this sort of thing. You can’t just say ‘we turned up and dug around a bit’.

Harold: Well, some of us did.

Noah: If that’s aimed at me, that spade you gave me wasn’t strong enough to get through the frozen ground.

Harold: Something wasn’t strong enough.

Noah: I didn’t realize how far we would have to dig down.

Midge: I don’t think any of us are overly familiar with grave robbing.

Noah: It’s not robbing, is it? We’re not taking anything. In fact, there’s nothing there. No bones.

Midge: Well, there are, but you are right . . .

[Sound of clinking]

. . . these are definitely adult bones. So where is the baby?

[Silence, except for the sound of breathing]