Cat's Eye by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone [Johnstone, William W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2016-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

As soon as the men stepped into the room, the timber around them opened up in song and chant. Carl took a cassette tape out of his pocket and stuck it in the small stereo unit next to the TV. He punched the play button and religious music filled the room.

Linda visibly winced at the sound of Christian faith. “That’s the worst shit I ever heard in my life!” she screamed out.

Carl turned up the volume until the music drowned out the singing and chanting from the woods.

“You son of a bitch!” Linda shouted. “You’ll die long and hard for this.”

Carl ignored that. “Names of everyone in the covens, Linda.”

“Fuck you!”

Carl opened Father Vincent’s small leather bag and picked out a cross. He held it against the young woman’s head. She screamed as the cross touched her. The odor of burning human skin sprang forth. The flesh on Linda’s forehead bubbled under the power of God.

“Names, Linda.”

She spouted names and dates and plans and then tried to bite his hand. Carl jerked back just in time.

The cross removed from her forehead, Linda fought the handcuffs until her wrists were raw and bloody. “I’ll tell you no more!” she screamed.

“Pray, Father,” Carl told the Episcopal priest.

Chuck began praying for strength, for guidance, for help in order to combat the evil that was overtaking Reeves County.

Linda’s wailing all but drowned out the quiet prayers. She began screaming words at them, in a language that neither could understand. Her stomach and chest began heaving, as if something inside her was struggling to break free.

“My God!” Chuck said. “What’s happening to her?”

A clawed scaly hand suddenly tore out of the woman’s stomach as a wild wail of agony broke from her lips.

Blood and pus and corruption sprayed from Linda’s mouth. Carl and the priest jumped back just in time to avoid the stinking spray.

Another clawed hand punched through the woman’s stomach. Dripping blood, the hand opened and closed, flexing its newfound life.

“Get out of here!” Carl yelled, shoving the priest toward the open door. “Move, Chuck. Get out of here.”

A roaring began from deep inside the mangled body of Linda Crowley, breaking out of her bloody and pus-covered lips. Dee and Janet and Gary had disobeyed instructions and were standing outside the open door, watching.

Carl shoved the priest out the door and fumbled in his pocket for a lighter. He sparked the lighter into flame and touched the fire to drapes. “Get a can of gasoline,” he yelled to Chuck. “Move, man—hurry!”

Blood, red mixed with a strange greenish yellow, poured out of Linda’s jerking and pain-filled body as a hideous head protruded from the woman’s chest. Her ribs cracked and tore through flesh as the monster within her fought free of her body. The mouth opened and closed, the jaws snapping, exposing long fangs that could rip off an arm.

Carl was vaguely aware of a clicking sound just outside the open door. He cut his eyes for just a moment and saw Dee there, her face pale, bravely taking pictures of the horror birthing within the guest cottage.

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