Night Creepers by David Irons

Author:David Irons [Irons, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2019-09-11T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Behind them, the door they came through swung shut. Quickly, something triggered in Jennifer's mind. Reaching down to the earth floor, she picked up the nearest oversized rock, then wedged it against the door making sure there was no chance of their experiences of phantom locks trapping them further into these claustrophobic catacombs again.

Apprehensively, they walked around the coffins; Jennifer turned the projector on, firing its beam into the deep darkness beyond. Illumining a dirt path crossing a deep dark pit. Opposite them, fifty-feet away and embedded parallel in a wall was another wooden door.

'There,' she said, squinting and pointing at it. The distant worn boards surrounding the door seeped with the hollow whistling white mist that seemed to emanate from further inside this rank underground place.

Turning back to the coffins, Jennifer switched the projector off. 'Remember what it said in the book? We pulled one free from its box.' She nodded over to the left hand coffin, the one furthest away from them. There, turned on its side, its wooden panels smashed in, a dark ravaged hole that something had been dragged from.

'Let's get out of here,' Alison shuddered, stepping backwards in retreat.

Alex grabbed her arm. 'Back there? To what? Let's just go forward, we've come this far. That draft is getting in from somewhere, so let's just keep moving.'

Kelly's wrenched hair still throbbed, aching from the grip of the monstrous woman on the wall. She tried not to look at the coffins but couldn't, her gaze drawn to them as she squeezed her hand into a ball, the place that only a few moments ago was a new environment for creeping things. She felt the sticky residue from crushed, bulbous back ends of spiders still sitting between her fingers. A cold jet of fear fired through her body: too much had happened, too much had touched her fear and overloaded her nerves. Her mother saw her look of a vacant trembling terror, something she had never seen in the face of the girl who was normally radiant with life.

Kristi didn't say a word, but stayed hard faced with her own confident gaze. She drew her daughter's eyes away from the wooden tombs with her mother's magnetism, pointing them over to Matt who stood with his gun raised, as if the steel weapon was the saviour of all problems in this situation. Kelly had always seen and understood things in her own way, different to the adults around her; she found no confidence in the drawn and raised pistol: no confidence at all.

Jennifer stepped over, putting a welcome hand of reassurance down on to Kelly's shoulder.

'Night Creepers,' Kelly woefully whispered.

Jennifer clasped her lids shut, wishing she had never infected another with that awful term.

'We should just blow whatever's in there away now,' Kristi whispered, letting go of Kelly and marching over to Matt. Reaching for his shoulder, he turned to her domineering glare. 'Matt, we don't know what's in there and I don't want to find out. You saw those things back there; you know what it said in that book.

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