“Abs, we believe you. We do not have to go all the way there, you know? You don’t have to prove anything to us,” Jessica assured her friend. She was secretly ashamed that she had abandoned Abbie’s hunting party and left her friend to her own defenses. Had she stayed, at least she would have known what could possibly have pushed Abbie into such a frenzied state by the time she made it back to the hostel.
“I am not doing this to prove anything, really, Jess. I just need to see if I was mistaken about what I saw,” Abbie explained.
“Mistaken about what?” Sarah asked. She was a mutual friend who found herself in the unfortunate position of being free for the day and was subsequently trapped into accompanying them.
“About what I saw,” Abbie snapped impatiently.
“So we are looking for a statue?” Jessica asked while looking to Sarah for reinforcement.
“I am telling you; there were just four bloody gravestones when I got there. Well, before I hid. After the shit had stricken the fan I came out…” she hesitated from the memory that still frightened her to death, “…I came out… and there was a life-sized cement statue of a man in unbelievable detail. I swear to God!”
“Wait,” Sarah frowned, “he just appeared there from nowhere? That’s fucking ridiculous by any standards.”
Abbie turned before Jessica could gesture to Sarah not to pick that scab, staring her dead in the eyes. “I know, idiot. That is precisely what freaked me the fuck out and why I have to go and see what really happened. I was not that drunk!”
Sarah cringed at Abbie’s harsh words, but she had promised Jessica that she would come. They crossed the street to the entrance of Greyfriars graveyard. Abbie could not jog fast enough to the site.
“Are you sure you know where exactly it was?” Jessica asked as she tried to keep up. “God, I always wear the worst shoes.”
“Aye, I remember the precise spot. That tree over there,” she cried, pointing to the big oak just short of the four plain headstones. As she approached with a thundering heart, she quickly realized that the effigy was missing. Its 5”10’ stature would have stood out prominently among the stones, none higher than four ft. in height.
Abbie stopped abruptly. With her arms hanging limply by her sides, she scanned the place, looking utterly distraught. Her friends caught up with her shortly after, panting and planting their hands on their hips where that despicable sting reminded them that they were far from fit anymore. When they caught their breath, they also looked about for what Abbie had described, but by the lack of evidence, they had to concede that she must have imagined it in her intoxicated condition.
“This is impossible,” she gasped, cheeks flushed. “It was standing right there in the middle of that section. I was standing right here!” She persisted in her tale, even though there was no proof. Her friends knew that nothing had ever had the power to capture Abbie’s attention for longer than five minutes, let alone have her hanging on like a pit-bull on a burglar’s nuts.
“Alright, look, this place is huge. Let’s just keep walking and see if we can see it further on,” Sarah suggested, trying to sound helpful and hoping to sound like she was interested. Abbie gave her a hard look.
“I was right fucking here, Sarah!” she yelled now. “It was right there! Right there!”
Jessica was slowly pacing the area just to make her friend feel better. But where Abbie was pointing her resolute hand Jessica stopped. Her face was fraught with amazement.
“Babe, you might want to see this,” she told Abbie. Her face revealed what her mouth did not disclose, prompting Abbie to sprint to her side.
“Holy shit! I told you! I told you!” she squealed. The three girls stood around the patch of bruised grass, flattened by something extremely heavy that was now gone, fashioned in the perfect shape of two footprints. At the edges, the dark soil penetrated the dying green stalks where the massive stone dug into the earth.
“No way,” Sarah whispered. “So where did it go?”
It was a question none of them had contemplated yet, but now that they had settled the mystery of whether Abbie had really seen what she thought they could concentrate on the next puzzle.
“Someone must have collected it sometime after I left?” Abbie speculated.
Sarah had trouble with that theory. “So, they just came and loaded a granite or whatever stone statue on a truck? What did they lift it with? And if they brought a truck in here, where are the tracks? The whole lawn is still undisturbed.”
“So glad you brought ‘Slutlock Holmes’ with us, Jess,” Abbie jested, nudging her friend. She was already beginning to sound like herself, now that they believed her about the whole affair.
“Knew she would be able to unravel the mystery,” Jessica laughed. “Let’s see if she can solve more than the mystery of the vanishing salami, shall we?”
“Oh piss off, you two,” she retorted as she sank to her haunches to get a better look at the crushed grass. She was looking for any signs of abduction, but there were no imprints, tire tracks, footprints, or any indication that the statue had been removed in conventional ways.
With baited breath the other two watched Sarah examine the soil with the palm of her hand to see if it was wetter than ground zero. Eventually, she looked up and shook her head. “I have to admit, guys. It’s an X-file, this one.”
Leaving Greyfriars, although with nothing but speculation, at least Abbie had proven that she was not insane for what she had reported she had seen. Now she had two witnesses to what was very real and not some drunken hallucination. Sarah, for one, was totally taken with the mystery and could not stop running theories by the other two. Jessica, on the other hand, had had her fill of the whole thing and just wanted to get away from the ancient bone yard and go for a cup of coffee.
“Could you shut it already?” Jessica moaned at Sarah during one of her suppositions, but Abbie was all for it.
“Come on, babe; it is something we should think about, right? I’m not saying we should break our heads over it, but… but… don’t you think it is just a little freaky?” Sarah asked.
“I think it is,” Abbie mentioned as she popped more gum into her mouth.
Jessica passed her a hard look, “Oh, of course, you do! I get it. I get that it is weird, and all but I would just like to talk about something else for a few minutes, for Christ’s sake! Can we just talk about something normal for a bit?”
“Okay,” Abbie replied with the same indifference as before while Sarah decided to turn off the tap on her investigation of the strangeness in the graveyard. They elected to troll along through George Square to kill the time before the following week’s pre-examination insanity.
By the next Tuesday, things were relatively normal again for the three students. Thoughts of the adventurous weekend had now faded in favor of academics and preparation for tests, not to mention some new branches of their subjects being probed by visiting lecturers from all over the globe. Several professors and academic doctors from other countries came to the institution to keep the students interested in excelling, a psychological ploy the Dean thought might keep them motivated.
Besides, with the new exhibitions at various museums and art galleries in Britain in the next month, it was a good way in which to kick-start interest in the myriad of subjects covered. At the University of Edinburgh, the popular courses and lectures were more of the modern variety — sciences and business related vocations leading with a short head in front of the trailing journalism interest — but Abbie and Sarah found one lecture that triggered their interest in particular.