Whistle on the wynd part 2

That settles it, put it back. It’s some piece of history that belonged to that old dead body.  Leave it alone. Her words were even more shocking by the ferocity of the sound. 
 Jess looked at the whistle.
'Mummy’s right.  We should leave it here. ‘
‘I think we should take it to the  museum in Exeter.’ Josh tried to  persuade.
Lyn  gave  Josh a  hard stare.
Here  we go again no dammit on this I stand.
‘I am taking this back home,   I am going to  properly clean it  and  when we get home  I am  going to take it  to Exeter museum.  That’s  that!'
Lyn looked at Josh. Her now mirthless eyes glittered  with  contempt.
‘Fair  enough.’ came her terse  reply.
‘Can I  see  daddy? AJ  asked.
Josh passed her the  little  whistle.
AJ  thought about it, playing with the little whistle in her tiny fingers. Then she put her mouth to one  end and blew. The sound it made  was ethereal .  A whisper on the wind, Josh thought  absently. The sound was captivating and yet distant; and in its  sound something seemed to wake.  Josh shook his  head.
Lyn stared  at AJ  and then at  Josh  with anger.
‘That’s so fucking you isn’t it!  Christ you let them do anything!  How do you know that this whistle, or whatever it is, doesn’t have  some some, weird shit on it-‘
‘-You  can’t keep them  bottled  up forever.’
' -or something!  The germs are everywhere! ‘
‘-what  the  hell is  wrong with you?’
‘-It was next to a fucking  corpse!’
-Jesus  Lyn! Im sorry!’
‘-Be a  fucking  parent  Josh  for  Christ’s   sake!’
‘-What  the-‘
‘-I’m sick of being the  grown up  around here  Josh!  Sick of it!’ She looked away.

Silence settled around the picnic blanket, as  Josh held back the  tears and the rage.The drive home was in silence, as was the rest of the night, where only Lyn could be heard giggling into her I-phone.
When bed came  it was full of wild dark horses. Josh heard a scream.  He arose and walked to the communal bedroom that  the  three  girls  shared.  AJ was kneeling  in her cabin bed . Her hands were over her eyes, screaming  in  hysterical  wails. He walked  towards  her and tried  to hold her, but she  wrestled  in his arms  and fought him off.  He took a step back.
‘She’s still in the dream.’
Then she pulled her tiny hands away  from her face  with forceful movements , as if someone or something,  was stopping her.
Then she stared towards him. 
'Why did you let me  touch it  Daddy? Why did  you let me call him?
‘Her voice  was low dark  and malevolent.  Her eyes were lost  cold black  sockets.
Josh awoke screaming.

That morning AJ  came  into  bed with  them.
‘I had a baad dream  daddy.’
‘Darling  what  happened?’ he  waited  for  the reply
‘ -At the broken place there  was  something there a dark thing it chased me and I  couldn’t  get away.’ Her voice  came in  soft sobs.
Lyn moaned low.
‘Come on let’s  get up.’  He whispered.
An hour later over a summery breakfast, Josh spoke to  Lyn.
‘You’re right. I’m  I’m   going to  the  museum  today  to see  what’s  there.  Lyn  smiled  warmly  at him.
‘I can be a bitch  sometimes.’
He  could hear  the  sadness in her  voice, but   the  sincerity  was not there; and he  knew  that would never  come back. Trust had been  broken.
It was  mid-morning  by the  time he finally met with the  staff of  the Royal Albert Memorial Museum. He had already been waiting  half an hour, so  he decided  to avoid  the issue  of work and show the  find instead.
‘Fascinating, fascinating and and where   did  you find it?'  asked the plump sweaty little man, who greeted him with an officious plum weighted  voice.  
 ‘Plympton Priory.’ Josh murmured.
‘-Yes yes, a fascinating find, and close  to where a body  was found you say? ‘ There was a long pause. ‘You do know the  story…about the   Priory?'  Large boggle  eyes  stared  into his own over the  top of polished spectacles.
‘No.’
‘Well I am surprised… I thought that everyone knew.’
Josh held back his sense  of  mirthless derision. 
'The  priory  was once run by an abbot  of , let’s  say,  a  questionable  faith.  His  practices…they were…err…  frowned  upon.  It’s  said that he …’
Josh  nodded in the right places, but on the  whole found the man  vacuous  and full of his own words: in fact  a complete bore.
‘..incidentally You were right about  the  runic  alphabet.  It is Anglo  Saxon  not Viking… the  fact that it was found at  the abbey  infers  that it might be part of an older treasure.  I’m  not sure what the  words  themselves mean. “Cal ende  hae wille cyme.”   Sounds  very,  MR James.  Of course  the  word  Cyme  also refers   to a  claim  so the owner is owned  by the action of calling on  “Hae”   whomever ,  or whatever  “Hea” might be.   Urrm  I wonder… Can  we have  it? His  puffy ruddy   face  was flushed with excitement.
‘ I’ll  think  about it.’ Josh replied.
Nods  followed  farewells as Josh  left.
That night  both Josh  and Lyn were  about  to go to bed themselves when  screams  filled  with  terror were  heard  coming from  the  girls  bedroom.
Both Lyn and Josh ran up the stairs . They reached the door and Josh tried  to open it.  But it was  held fast.  He slammed against it.
‘Open the  door.’ Ordered  Lyn
‘I can’t’  it’s  not moving.’  Dark panic filled  Josh.
'JOSH!'
MUMMY! DADDY !  HELP! DADDY! MUMMY!
Josh  slammed into  the  door. Once.  Nothing happened. Twice. Again nothing.  The third and the  fourth time nothing. The  screams  were  getting  louder  and louder.  They could hear things smashing loudly around the room.
With a final viscous kick broke the lock, Josh   smashed the door open  and they tumbled  into the  room, to see  three duvets slowly  begin to wrap  about  their  children’s  necks. 
The  room  howled and screamed with unseen violence; as they  fought  against the  duvet’s  that were themselves  forming into hideous  faces. He fought and grappled AJ free  and pushed her out of the  room. Then he grabbed Jess and Lyn pulled Eleanor  free, carrying her  as they staggered  down the  stairs.  They entered  the  front room.  While behind them, the  bedroom  was howling.
‘Jesus Jesus  Jesus'’ cried  Josh.
 Lyn looked helplessly up towards Josh, who was holding Eleanor tightly.  He could see that she was barely breathing.
‘She’s not waking Josh!   SHE’S NOT WAKING!’
Josh  stared  down, his green eyes bulging from his tired  sockets.
There was a burning sensation in his pocket.  He pulled the whistle out.  It hit the floor.  Only then did he know what to do.
They drove to the priory on dark open roads carrying out a step of blind faith.  when they  finally arrived  at the ruins  Josh  took little time in replacing the  whistle where  he found it,  in the hope that if he  did  so, then Eleanor would  wake. With trepidation he walked back to their car and towards a ruddy sunrise.