Malcolm Malcolmson was a student at college. Malcolm
was twenty-one and he was in his final year. Classes had
finished and Malcolm was studying hard for his
examinations. But Malcolm was unable to study at home.
He lived with his family and the large house was always
noisy.
‘I can’t study here at home,’ Malcolm told his father. ‘It’s
far too noisy. I’m going to find a quiet house in a small
country town. I’ll be alone there and I’ll be able to work
hard.’
His father agreed and Malcolm packed all his books and
papers into a suitcase. He took a train to a small quiet town
called Benchurch. Benchurch is in the country. Malcolm
had never been there before.
Malcolm stayed the first night in a small hotel. The next
morning, after breakfast, he walked round the town. In the
quietest part of the town, Malcolm found a large, old house.
The garden in front of the house was very untidy and the
house looked empty. There was a shop not very far from the
house. Malcolm went into the shop and asked about the old
house.
‘Does anyone live in that old house down the street?’
Malcolm asked the man in the shop.
‘The house is empty,’ replied the man. ‘No one has lived
there for many years. Go to the lawyer in the High Street.
He knows about the house. He’ll be able to help you.’
Malcolm walked back to the High Street. The lawyer’soffice was near the hotel. Malcolm went into the office and
met the lawyer.
‘That house has been empty for many, many years,’ the
lawyer told him. ‘There is a story about the house. People
say strange things about it. No one wants to live there.’
‘I am a student,’ Malcolm replied. ‘I want to study hard
and I’m not worried about stories. I like that old house and I
want to live there. It’s very quiet and I’ll be able to work
hard at my studies.’
Malcolm gave the lawyer enough money to rent the
house for a month. The lawyer handed him the keys to the
house. Malcolm took the keys and walked back to the hotel.
He packed his suitcase and got ready to leave.
‘I’m leaving now,’ he told the woman who owned the
hotel.
‘Are you leaving the town?’ the woman asked him.
‘No,’ replied Malcolm, ‘I’m going to stay here, in
Benchurch. I have found an old house. It’s very quiet and
I’ll be able to work hard there.
The woman asked him about the house. When Malcolm
told her, she looked frightened.
‘You can’t live there,’ she said. ‘You can’t live in that
house. That’s the Judge’s House.’
‘Why are you so afraid?’ Malcolm asked her. ‘What is
wrong with the Judge’s House? Tell me about it.’
‘A famous judge lived there a long time ago,’ the woman
explained. ‘He was a very cruel man. He had no mercy on
any criminal. He ordered the criminals to be hanged. Many
people died because he showed them no mercy.’
The woman’s face was white. She was very, very afraid.
But Malcolm was busy thinking about his examinations. He
did not notice the woman’s fear.‘Don’t worry about me,’ he told her. ‘I have my work to
do. I’ll be very busy. I have a lot of studying to do and
many books to read. I won’t have any time to be afraid of
stories.’
Malcolm said goodbye to the owner of the hotel. She
looked very unhappy, but she did not say any more.
Malcolm picked up his suitcase and walked from the hotel
to the Judge’s House.Malcolm unlocked the door and went inside. The rooms
were very dark. Malcolm pulled aside the dark, heavy
curtains. The furniture in the rooms was old. It was all
covered with sheets. The dining room was big and there
was a large table in the centre. Malcolm decided to live in
that one room.
I’ll work in this room and I’ll eat and sleep here, he said
to himself. I do not need any of the other rooms.
He moved the chairs in the dining-room to one side. Hecarried a bed from a bedroom and put it beside a wall. He lit
a fire and put his books on the big table. He started studying
and worked until the evening. In the evening, he prepared
some supper. After supper, it was beginning to get dark.
The daylight was fading. Malcolm lit a lamp and put some
more wood on the fire. Then he sat down again at the table
and continued studying.
He worked until eleven o’clock. Then he stopped and
made a pot of tea. He put some more wood on the fire.
Outside the light of the lamp and the light of the fire, the
room was very dark. There were dark shadows on the walls
and behind the chairs. But Malcolm was happy. He was
working hard.
I can work really hard here, he said to himself. I’ll do well
in the examinations.
There was an old wooden chair beside the fire. The chair
had a high back and it looked comfortable. Malcolm sat
down in this chair and drank his tea. At first, the house was
very quiet. There was no noise in the room at all. But then
Malcolm heard a noise. He listened carefully. The noise was
getting louder.
Rats, said Malcolm to himself. The light from the fire
and from my lamp frightened them away at first. Now they
have become used to the light. They are no longer afraid.
They have come to look at me. They want to know who I
am.
The rats were everywhere. They were running across the
floor and over the furniture. Malcolm heard them running
under the wooden floor beneath his feet. They ran in and
out of holes in the walls. They squeaked and they scratched.
Malcolm was not afraid. Rats did not frighten him. He
finished drinking his tea. Then he got up and picked up thelamp. He walked round the room. He lifted the lamp high and looked at the walls. There were some old paintings hanging on the walls. The paintings were covered with dirt and dust. Malcolm was unable to see them clearly. The rats were watching him. He saw their bright eyes shining in the lamplight. When he came too near them, the rats ran quickly away.Then Malcolm saw something very strange. There was a rope hanging beside the old wooden, high-backed chair. The rope hung from the ceiling between the fire and the chair The rope was fixed to a big alarm bell on the roof of the house. If anyone pulled the rope, the alarm bell rang.Malcolm went back to the fire and sat down on the chair. He drank another cup of tea. Then he went back to the big table and read some more books. The noise of the rats continued, but he did not notice it. Malcolm sat reading for hour after hour. Suddenly he looked up from his books. Something had happened. He listened carefully. The rats had stopped their noise. There was complete silence in the room. Malcolm looked at the fire. He had forgotten to put more wood on and the fire was almost out. Then Malcolm felt a sudden, cold shiver running through his body.Malcolm looked at the high-backed chair by the fire. Something was sitting on the chair. It was an enormous rat. Malcolm had never seen such a large rat in his life. It was looking at Malcolm and it did not move. Malcolm picked up a book from the table. He raised his arm and threw the book at the rat but the rat did not move. It opened its mouth and showed its big, sharp teeth. Its gleaming red eyes loo cruel in the lamplight.Malcolm stood up quickly. As soon as he stood up, the rat moved. It jumped from the chair to the rope of the alarm- bell. It ran up the rope and disappeared into the darkness. Immediately, the other rats came back again. They came out of the holes in the walls. The room was onc more filled with the noise of their squeaking and scratching. Malcolm looked at his watch. It was nearly morning. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When he woke up again, the sun was shining through the windows.