Amityville: The Final Chapter by John G. Jones

Author:John G. Jones [Jones, John G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780515078244
Google: Gu3Qb0byxRMC
Amazon: 0515078247
Publisher: Jove
Published: 1985-01-01T11:00:00+00:00

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The next day the Lutzes were tourists again, and it was late in the afternoon before they returned to their hotel. Within moments, they had left it again, for a walk down William Street toward the center of Sydney.

"I think I've walked in this city more than I've walked in my whole life," Kathy said as they traipsed happily along.

"Well, it can't hurt me any," George said, patting his stomach. "I could stand to lose a few pounds."

A short time later they followed a street sign that read THE DOMAIN. Twenty minutes later, they found themselves in another huge park.

The city of Sydney seemed to be dotted with them, and George and Kathy had visited quite a few, admiring the fountains and gardens. This one was more an open green area than a landscaped park. Wide expanses of lawn were interrupted only by a network of black tar paths and wire trash containers that most of the visitors seemed intent on using.

Dusk was creeping into the afternoon, but the evening promised to be soft and warm. The Lutzes walked past a huge museum, its solid stone structure darkly stained by time. It looked as if it had grown up out of the ground, like some vast natural formation in the middle of the park—despite the freeway on-ramp that ran only a few yards away.

Across the park, George saw a pair of dogs playing—chasing a ball, wrestling, yapping happily.

As the shadows grew darker and longer, George began to feel suspended in time, midway between day and night. He thought about getting a cab and choosing a restaurant for dinner.

The dogs were barking more loudly now—more insistent somehow, and closer. Neither Kathy nor George paid much attention.

"Which way should we go to get a taxi?" he asked.

"This way, I think," Kathy said, pointing off to the left.

The dogs weren't playing anymore, but the barking went on. They were less than a hundred yards away, and moving closer.

The Lutzes, arm in arm, retraced their steps across the wide lawn. George had to strain to see the path in the gathering gloom.

"I don't think this is the right way," he said gently.

"There goes my career as a wilderness guide," Kathy said, laughing. George grinned and started to—

A wild animal howl filled the park. George and Kathy stopped short and turned together.

"What..." Kathy whispered.

"Just some dogs," George told her gruffly. He didn't believe it himself, but he—

It came again—a long, high piercing wail that cut through the evening like a sharpened blade.

A second call came from another direction. It's answering, George realized. They're in a group—a pack.

He took Kathy firmly by the arm and started walking fast. "The road's this way," he said grimly, not believing a word of it. Kathy's hand trembled in his own. He started to search for lights to guide them toward the roadway—to guide them toward anything.

There were no lights—none at all.

Kathy saw it too. "There's no stars," she whispered. They stumbled to a halt.

A moment earlier the first lamps had been lit.

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