Bonesy by Mark Rigney

Author:Mark Rigney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror;humor;ghosts;spirits;haunting;supernatural;Christopher Moore
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-09-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Quist

What Carole Lombard read, for the most part, I have no idea. Pills or no pills, my head was swimming. My eyes were hot and itchy and watery, all at the same time, and I couldn’t see straight. The buzzing in my ears got so loud that I started swatting the air, looking for mosquitoes, or maybe a squadron of incoming deer flies. More than once, I thought an earthquake had started, then realized it was just me, shivering. Renner kept eye-ballin’ me like I was a loony in a ward, the kind that gets stuck behind metal doors and thick, smudgy glass, but I didn’t have the energy to tell him to back off. It’s a private thing, bein’ sick, and I was sinking deeper into myself with every passing second.

Any other day, I would’ve slept. I could’ve done it, too, ’cos it was late and gettin’ later, and Carole kept droning on and on and on—and on—but I didn’t dare let it happen. Sleep, right then, all feverish the way I was? I’d have Trooper DeKoven right on top of me, no two ways about it, and that was more than I could face.

Carole kept on reading and I kept on sweating and shivering, and it wasn’t long before I’d given up on the bench and was laying full length on the floor. Probably Renner would have said “lying”, and then (if I’d been feeling better), I’d have smacked him for his trouble. Or maybe not. At that moment, I was so far gone, I might have just enjoyed hearing the little pipsqueak’s voice. For what it’s worth, I do think Renner was crouched next to me, asking if I could hear him, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe he had a hand on my shoulder?

What I do know is this: somebody tried taking my pill bottles. First the E-Tecrased, then the Seitapar. That I wouldn’t let them do, and I grabbed the bottles back and I tugged and wrestled and howled bloody murder. But in the end, I don’t think it did much good, ’cos all that effort exhausted me so bad that I couldn’t keep my peepers open another minute. The pills got away, and my eyelids drooped, hesitated, and met in the middle like shutters.

A moment of peace and darkness—and then, sure enough, just like that, Trooper DeKoven rose up to meet me. He’d been a big boy to start with, nearly my size, but now he was more like Hoover Dam, and with every move he made, streams of mucky brown water spattered out of his uniform.

“Mr. Quist!” he bellowed. “Time to pay the piper.”

“You’re not real,” I said, but I was backin’ up just the same. “This is some kinda fever dream.”

“Is that so?” He leaned closer, looming, and took off his hat. As he held it over me, water cascaded down, soaking me through. “Feel that?” he said. “Does that feel like a dream to you?”

The force of the water had knocked me over, and I was propped up on my arms.

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