Down the Drain #3

Down the Drain #3

The shore is silent as the group is mesmerized by the reflective eyes peering back at them from the surface of the water. Without breaking the locked gaze, Angelica reaches in her pocket and pulls out her phone, slowly, avoiding any sudden movements. Her eyes still focused on the water, she dials her father and piecemeals it up to her ear while simultaneously clicking the volume as low as she’ll be able to hear with her thumb.

Her father answers, “Hello, Honey, I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. Charles and I are getting a steak at our old hidey-haunt, Abuela Betty’s.”

“That’s great, Dad. Um, just a quick question, what do I do again if I run into a demon looking thing?” she quietly asks.

“Finally, interested in the family business huh? Or just showing off to your music friends? Well, what kinda demon looking thing? Ya know, there are a lot of ‘em out there.”

“I can’t rightly say, Dad, but it’s looking at me right now and it looks very hungry,” the panic in her voice now obvious.

“Are you still in Bolton?” he asks abruptly.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“And a demon is staring at you?”

“Yes,” she repeats even more quietly.

“Is your phone charged?” Her father asks.

Confused, she steals a glance at the screen of the phone; 80%. Again, she replies, “Yes.”

“Keep your phone on you and run,” he says emphatically.

“What?” she asks, her voice quivering.

“Keep your phone powered on and keep it on your person so we can find you and then run, as fast and as far as you can.”

“Um, okay,” Angelica hangs up the phone and in a mix of terrified trembling and millenial habit, slips the phone back into her pocket.

Carter quietly whispers to her. “What did he say?”

“He said to run.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles beneath his breath, “Somehow I thought he was going to say that.”

Behind them, they hear rustling and turn to see the others already running off through the darkness, up the dunes of sand toward the cars.

biscuit-2-7946936Then a splash from the water as they simultaneously turn back to the creature to see the body of Debbie Debbie splash in the wet sand at their feet, spraying blood and lakewater up at them.

The eyes and mouth of the body are gaping open, staring up at them in lifeless horror, it’s once petite frame a confusion of bent limbs and bloody skin.

“Run!” Carter yells, pushing Angelica ahead of him as they rush toward the parking lot, cutting through the sand and the darkness.

Arriving at the cars, they find the rest of the group getting dressed in whatever they have and whatever they can find. Carter grabs clothes and does the same.

“What the fuck man,” Brad whimpers, his face ghostly white with terror, eerily accentuated by the hum of the fluorescent parking lot lights, “What the fuck was that? Was that Biscuit? It fucking looked like Biscuit!”

“Calm down and get in the car,” Angelica says to him.

Brad prepares to continue with his panicked outrage when the atmosphere takes on an even more creepy quiet. Each of them feels a shiver in their spines and bodywide goosebumps. Then a sound cuts through the silence. An audible buzzsaw vibration, a metallic sustained reverberation. The lights of the parking lot, the car, the flashlights, all the lights flicker, then die at the same moment the sound stops.

Two-Bit hops in the car and turns the key, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He sticks his head out the side, “Nothing. It’s dead”.

After some quick, hysterical conversation, it is agreed to continue running to the market they had passed on the way here. They grab the flares they can find by the moon’s light and take one last survey of the water.

In the distance, the only light is the dim glow of their shore fire, orange against the black backdrop. Slowly, another glow emerges. The smooth glass of the lake top starts to glint with a pale green hue. The green-lit surface of the lake breaks as Biscuit’s bluish-pale body slowly starts walking to the shore. In the water, darker twists of green, while on top flushes of dark algae masses, blooms, then floats away in black clumps. Her feet step onto the sandy shore, each footprint spawning a small garden that spreads and dies. She walks toward them. With each step, the same flush of growth, so vibrant green with life. It glows to only die to a charred black moments later. With each step, she stands in abundant life and leaves a trail of death as she starts walking toward the dark parking lot.

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Continue on to Of Eons and Stars Part 12: Down the Drain #4

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