Dead Shift by John Llewellyn Probert

Author:John Llewellyn Probert [Probert, John Llewellyn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Tags: uk horror, lovecraftian, Fiction / Horror, Horror, dark fantasy, cosmic horror, british horror
Publisher: Horrific Tales Publishing
Published: 2016-03-18T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Maybe there’s been a power cut.” Dev was squinting through the glass, his breath steaming against the chill of the pane.

“If there has it’s managed to knock out the moon and the stars as well.” Sandra was shaking her head. “It’s like someone’s coated the whole building in black paint.”

“Maybe that’s what’s happened.” Richard was trying to think. He looked up and saw the disbelieving expressions of his two colleagues. “I don’t mean literally,” he said. “I mean something has succeeded in cutting this hospital off from the rest of the world.”

Dev frowned. “What for?”

There was a groan from behind them, a mere semblance of words mumbled through lips too tired, or too scared, to work properly.

They turned to see Simon on his knees, clawing gently at the opposite wall.

“Bloody hell, Simon.” Sandra tried to pull him to his feet, but he resisted. She managed to turn his face so they could hear what he was saying, though. Three words, repeated over and over.

“He…Is…Coming.”

“What?” Sandra had taken Simon by the shoulders and was obviously resisting the urge to shake him. “Who is coming? What do you mean?”

“He can’t hear you, Sandra.” Richard crouched beside her and flashed a pen torch in the house officer’s eyes. “There’s no reaction,” he said, doing it again. “See? His pupils don’t even constrict. He’s no longer with us.”

“Then where is he?” That was Dev.

“I don’t know.” Richard turned to his friend. “Just because I’ve seen a few more weird things than you doesn’t mean I have any more of a clue about any of this than you do.”

“You have that book,” said Sandra.

“Which no-one can read, yes.” Richard looked back at Simon, who was picking at a crack in the plaster and whispering something into it. “I think we should probably stop him doing that,” he said.

Sandra tried to pull Simon away but it was no good.

“I think I might need some help here, chaps,” she said.

Sandra and Dev tried to pull Simon away.

Then Sandra and Dev and Richard tried to pull Simon away.

When Simon eventually moved, part of the wall came with him.

No, not part of the wall.

Part of Simon.

In a way.

“What the hell is that?” Sandra was staring in horror at the stretched pink elongations of the index and middle fingers of Simon’s right hand, turning them into pale tentacles of flesh that reached as far as the wall, and disappeared into it.

“Something in the wall has merged with his fingers.” Dev reached down to pull at them but Richard slapped him away. “Don’t touch them!” he said. “You might end up like him!”

“What am I supposed to do, then?” Dev looked helpless. “We can’t just leave him like that.”

“I think a surgical solution is needed here.” Sandra took out a small pocket knife, opened one of the blades, and cut smartly through the things that were attaching Simon to the wall.

A scream akin to that of a pig being slaughtered filled the air. All three looked at Simon, but the desperate cry wasn’t coming from him.

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