“It’s easier to show you,” Kate said.
“We wouldn’t have believed it if we hadn’t seen it,” Kes chipped in.
Kane looked nervously at the couple. “I’ve never dealt with a haunted window before,” he said. “They’ve always been haunted by someone.”
Kes shrugged his broad shoulders. “We didn’t know where to turn until you were recommended.”
Kane sighed. “Show me the problem, please.”
Kate led them into the small back room in the tiny terrace. “We sunk a lot of money into this. We always came in the evenings, though, and when we look back, the old owner always rushed us out of this room.”
“We thought of suing the surveyor,” Kes said. “But how do you explain this in court?”
Kate went over to the far wall where thick curtains hung and pulled them back. Kane stared as Kes switched on the light. The window was completely bricked up. Kate saw his confusion. “We thought we could have it knocked through, but, well…”
Kane watched in disbelief as Kate’s hand passed through the apparently solid brick and rapped smartly on what sounded like a glass pane. “I think I see.”
“It looks normal from the outside,” Kes said. “You can even see the furniture in the room and everything.”
Kate nodded. “We asked the previous owner.” She sighed. “He had inherited the house from his aunt. Apparently the old lady had seen her fiancé kissing another woman through this window, and so she had it bricked up.”
“She never married, or even dated, as far as the nephew knew,” Kes said. “It’s a very sad story.”
“I’ve never done a window before,” Kane said carefully. “I’ve only done people.” He thought for a moment. “And dogs.” He walked slowly up to the window and pressed his fingers against what looked like dark brick. They passed through and rested against cool glass. “Could you give me a moment?”
Kane waited until the door had shut quietly behind him and then looked carefully around. It took a moment, but he saw her, a bent old lady huddled in the corner. “Hello, Miss. I’m Kane. Are you okay?”
“I’m so ashamed,” the frail figure said. “I’ve never forgave myself.”
“I knew it wasn’t just a window,” Kane said. “There is always someone there.”
“I found out later that it was his sister,” the shade of the old lady said. “It had just been a peck on the cheek anyway, but I was so jealous.” The ghost of a withered hand wiped away a translucent tear. “And afterwards, well, I just couldn’t look him in the face. I had said such dreadful things.”
“I’m sure he knew that you didn’t mean them.” Kane said sympathetically.
The old lady’s ghost shook her head. “I couldn’t live with myself. I wouldn’t see him. I couldn’t even bare to read his letters.” She gestured to the ghost of the brickwork. “I had to do this.”
Kane stared at the ghost of the brickwork and then back at the old lady. “Who took it down?”
“My nephew, Arthur, took it down.” The old lady slowly approached the window and stood next to Kane. “I should have done that years ago, and I was glad that he had.” Tears slid down the wrinkled cheeks. “I should have gone to him years ago, and now it’s too late.”
Kane thought for a moment. “But it isn’t really too late,” he said. “You could find him now.”
The old lady was suddenly still. “You mean, apologise? It’s too late for that. And I could never find him now.”
Kane shrugged. “People seem to manage once they’ve passed over. And perhaps you could just talk to him. You can explain.”
The old lady slowly shook her head. “I need to apologise. I need to go and find him.” She slowly faded into the dim light in the corner of the room. As her presence left, light flooded in as the ghosts of the bricks on the window followed her.
Kane sighed as he turned to call in Kate and Kes, his heart breaking a little for her sadness. He had dealt with enough ghosts to be unsurprised by her stubbornness.