Trolley No. 1852 by Edward Lee

Author:Edward Lee
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Occult, Horror, Fiction
Publisher: Necro Publications
Published: 2012-03-18T04:00:00+00:00

2.

Some inestimable time later, my senses seemed to rise, akin to putrefactive gases voiding from a lime-pit. It was upon the pristine floor of Miss Aheb's lavish yet eldritchly lit bed-chamber that my consciousness re-found me; in fact, my first sight was that of the corrupt chandelier suspended overhead, shimmering in its queer anti-light.

Of the dimension-transcending trolley-ride back, I remembered nary a detail. I was alone, however, and as I roused myself, I checked my pocket-watch to see, to my dismay, that the time was but four-thirteen in the morn...

Only one minute later than when I'd checked so long ago!

The watch continued to tick, though, the second-hand revolving...

Just like Erwin mentioned. This place, and that horrendous domain I've just returned from, must exist in some daedalic contravention of time...

A strange tapping cut into my ruminations, tapping which I recognized eventually as footsteps. It was my sister, maskless but dressed once more in her conductor's garb, who crossed the mosaic flooring. The chamber's bizarre acoustics lent to her voice an uncanny echo. "Oh, Morgan, I'm so sorry about what they made you do."

"It was of my own free volition that I came here in the first place, and of my own free volition that I smuggled myself aboard Trolley 1852," I recited. "All in the interest in finding you."

"You're such a gallant man, Morgan. I can only imagine your disgust with me."

"Disgust?" I asked, irked. "You're my only sibling, and I love you with my whole heart. Please know that."

"But to learn that your only sibling could stoop so low as to submit to prostitution..."

"My dearest sister, what you must also know is that I fully understand the travails that force women to resort to such alternatives. In these times of economic cataclysm, women even more than men suffer from the throes of subjugation." Groggily, I sat up. "This, believe me, I comprehend, and I love you no less."

Selina seemed relieved to hear this, relieved enough even to sob. But what I simply could not reckon was the hideousness of her maligned complexion, the once-beauteous countenance made appalling by the swirls of phlegmatic-green mixed with fish-belly white. "I had no choice but to consign myself to the life of a common street-whore but even then I was homeless and barely able to eat..."

"I understand that," I reiterated. "But... what I don't understand is..."

"The change," she finished for me, and touched her face with loath. "Eventually some girls corralled me into the club, but as I briefly explained earlier, I did not service johns for long after my arrival. It turned out, Miss Aheb fell in love with me, so... she changed me..."

"Your skin," I knew. "She effected a metamorphosis, to make your skin like hers"---I gulped---"and like the skin of Pyramidiles and the thoggs."

"With this, yes," she explicated, fingering the pendant. "The change allows me to live forever, but this is what I'll have to do... forever. She wants me all to herself; and when I'm not servicing her, I conduct the trolley and, every week or so, see to the transport of our.

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