Blood in Electric Blue by Greg F. Gifune

Author:Greg F. Gifune [Gifune, Greg F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: supernatural horror
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 2021-05-12T00:00:00+00:00

Nine

He remembers waiting in the snow for some time, frozen on that deserted street. Despite being shaken to his core, the cold eventually snapped his trance. He inspected the neighborhood once more for specters or signs but found nothing. The world had returned, pale, icy and shrill, its secrets concealed in the misdirection of everyday life.

After another bus ride and a few block walk, Dignon finds himself at the front entrance to 36 Borges Lane. Number 18, Bree told him. He does his best to wash the memories of his father’s ghost from his mind, but his is a persistent phantom and that’s easier said than done. In his coat pocket, Dignon’s hand tightens around a small plastic bottle, a prescription for Valium the doctor gave him along with the anti-depressants. With his heart racing and a slight headache still lingering along the back of his skull, he thinks a Valium might actually be a good idea right about now. He’s not sure he can face Bree without one, and fears he’ll otherwise stare at the building a while then turn around and go home. In response, the voices in his head grow louder, exploring every conceivable reason why he shouldn’t go inside and every scenario of disaster that might happen if he does. He knows if he doesn’t find a way to either shut them off or ignore them, he’ll weaken and turn around. It’s happened countless times in the past in situations far more trivial.

Relax, he tells himself. Breathe.

Without removing it from his coat pocket, Dignon pops open the bottle and shakes free a single pill. After working up a bit of saliva, he casually slides it onto his tongue then swallows, forcing it down.

He looks back at the street, unable to shake the feeling that since he stepped off the bus and walked the remaining blocks to Bree’sbuilding, someone has been following him. Maybe Kyle, he thinks. Probably, who else would be following him? None of the passing faces look familiar or seem to take particular notice of him however. Whatever’s out there watching, it’s well hidden.

The sound of a door opening returns his attention to the building. A man stepping through from inside offers a quick smile and holds the door a moment. “Going in?”

Dignon reaches out, takes the door. “Yes, thank you.”

The building is as drab and unimaginative inside as it is out. Everything is an industrial tan color. Across from a bank of mailboxes is an elevator, and to its right a door leads to stairs.

Dignon chooses the stairs.

After climbing several flights, he finds himself in a long and shadowy hallway. The only light comes from a window at the far end of the corridor. He finds #18 and stands before it, watching the pinhole in the upper center of the door, wondering if Bree is on the other side peering out at him. A small red Christmas ribbon is fastened around the doorknob. Beyond the door he can hear a hint of music and the vague sounds of movement.

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