The screams started. I don’t think it was me, but it could have been. A mass roughly human shaped but shaped as if from a malformed hand came towards us. It was easily double the size of a normal man and in what could be construed as it’s arms it cradled Alan or at least the body that housed Alan. His head looked like it was at a strange angle to the rest of his body. The mass stopped about ten feet from us and hurled Alan’s body. It slid to a stop at Jed’s feet.
Jed kept his flashlight pointed at the being, the light from it not illuminating the creature at all, in fact it seemed to pull the surrounding light out of the air making the place somehow dimmer. It’s mouth opened, how I even knew that was beyond comprehension the blackness of its open mouth darker even than it’s body.
The small female who I had not seen earlier stepped forward, the being before us grumbled out words that felt like an icy cold wind blowing over gravestones. “You do not belong here.” And then it turned, its heavy steps fading into the distance.
I did not know if that message was meant purely for the girl or for all of us.
I started to ask her, but Goth was shrieking so loudly I couldn’t. Just this one time I could empathize with her.
“Alan, Alan are you alright?” She asked as she pressed her foot up against his head. Rocking it back and forth on the hard stone surface.
“What are you doing?” Jed’s wife Grace asked as she bent down to check on Alan. “He’s alive help me get him up against the wall.” Grace said to the rapidly sobering frat boys.
“Mike what was that?” Jed asked, inadvertently shining the flashlight in my eyes. “Please tell me that was part of the tour, some sort of prop.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “You saw what I saw, do you think it was a prop?”
Small Shirt Sam spoke. “We gonna chase that thing down?”
I looked over at him. “You first.”
“We need to get out of here.” Pinching mom stated the obvious. “We should go back.”
“The door is locked mom.” Her son added. He seemed to be the only thing that was keeping her from losing it all together.
“I think we need to keep going forward, that’s the only way out.” Jed said as he was reading his tour map.
“Where to next?” I asked.
“The morgue.” He said shallowly.
“Of course.” I said.
*** - What is the next stop? ***********
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About The Author Mark Tufo is the author of several books, including Indian Hill, Indian Hill 2: Reckoning, and Timothy. A graduate of the University of Massachusetts Amherst, he is a former member of the U.S. Marine Corp. Mark lives in Maine with his wife, three kids and two English bulldogs. You can find Mark at www.marktufo.com or on Facebook.
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