Crock lids go missing at Obliged Hill, and they are always found in the same place, stacked by size at the foot of the cellar stairs. Nothing is broken or spilled. The plums are still in their syrup, only uncovered, and the household carries the lids back up and complains about it the way people complain about a gutter. The cause is a phantom fungus, a waist-high mass of pale stalks and flat gray caps that roots in a cellar floor and shows itself only while it holds still. When it moves it goes thin as a smear of lime on a wall, and the eye slides straight over it.
Locals know it is near by small signs. A candle flame leans toward one corner in dead air. The cellar smells of nothing, not even cabbage. One stone step stays dry in a floor that sweats. At Obliged Hill, and down the valley at Barley Funeral, where a harvest word was mistranslated onto the signpost and then kept, nobody calls a cellar empty. The word is "resting," and a visitor who says "empty" is made to say "resting" three times before supper.
Duster is a trade here, and it has no other reason to be one. A duster stands on the top step and flings a double handful of flour into the dark. The flour settles on whatever is there, and the shape shows white and swollen for as long as it takes to breathe. Inge Marrowby works the east cellars of Obliged Hill and is paid in whatever flour is left in the sack, so she remarks, every time, that the household bought the thin one.
The mistakes are mostly about what it is. They say it is the ghost of a cellarman and set a dish of porridge on the third stair. Rats eat the porridge. The fungus takes the rats, along with mice, roosting hens and the occasional sleeping cat, and leaves a ring of gray spore dust and a few husks light as wasp nests. They drive iron nails into the lintel against it, and it has rooted among the rust in at least two cellars. They believe lamplight keeps it off. It has no eyes to mind. Why it stacks the lids, nobody can say. Inge thinks it likes them nested. Throw the flour before the lamp goes down the stairs. If it falls straight to the floor, go down. If it hangs in the air, shut the door and sleep upstairs.
- Classification
- Aberrant cellar fungus
- Habitat
- Damp root cellars and cold stone vaults
- Danger
- Moderate
- Size
- 4 ft tall, 3 ft across
- Activity
- Always
- Realm
- Cellars of farm valleys
- Binomial
- Phasmomyces inanis
- Diet
- Vermin, roosting fowl, sleeping cats
- Temperament
- Patient, still, territorial










