What Do Monsters Fear by Matt Hayward

Author:Matt Hayward
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Post Mortem Press

CHAPTER ELEVEN

THE SNOW SETTLED ON WALTER’S bare shoulders, his skin anemic and goose-pimpled. His glasses fogged with the cold, and his once-dyed black hair, now mostly white, stood up in awkward clumps. He smiled, pressing his face to the window. “It sure is cold out here, guys. Aren’t you going to let me in?”

Peter’s spine crawled, like cold ants scuttling beneath his clothes. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the others, watching the grinning corpse. The logical side of his brain tried to tell him that this was all a very real dream, brought about by the stress of going cold turkey. It had to be. But he knew his own mind well, and this was real as real could be. Outside, a dead man walked.

“You said he’d died,” Andrew shouted, pointing towards the window. “You idiots! What have you done?”

“Andrew!” Henry’s face turned red, his nostrils flaring. “It’s a trick. That’s all it is. That thing, that Phobos has hosted inside of him, haven’t you been listening to a thing Peter said?”

The corner of Andrew’s lips curled in a smirk. “I’ve been listening, all right, but all I see is a cold man, old-timer. I got a call from my wife, and she’s leaving me. One of you sickos planted a notebook in the library, don’t you think I can see that? You’re all off your rockers. I mean, how do I even know those pages weren’t blank? This guy just made all that up, luring me into your trap, and you know what? It ain’t working, you lunatics. Wherever you’ve hidden Mr. Fisher, whatever you’ve done to him, don’t worry, when I get back with the police, you can tell them, because I’m getting the fuck out of here. Oh, and if you try and stop me? It won’t end well for any of you.”

“Try.” Peter said. Henry and Donald looked to him. “Tell them to get here as soon as they can, because all the phone lines are down. We have no cell phones, either, Fisher made sure of that. And just so you know, driving to town takes a half hour, so if you’re to walk it in this weather . . . Well, be my guest.”

“I will.”

Andrew charged from the room, elbowing Peter aside, and Donny shot Peter a questioning look. Well, kid? What are we gonna do?

“Andrew, wait!”

Peter ran to the man and narrowly avoided getting his third blow in two days. Andrew’s muscular arm swung but Peter expected it.

You don’t take two punches in a day and not learn something.

He ducked as Andrew’s knuckles cracked off the doorframe with a dull whack. Andrew balked, cradling his hand.

“You let me go, y’hear?”

“Sure,” Peter said. “But help me get Walter back inside the house first. Please. He’s as confused as the rest of us, okay? He’ll freeze to death out there in his pajamas. As far as I know, you’re in control here now that Fisher’s absent. You can’t call the police if one of your patients froze to death while in your care, now can you?”

Andrew’s face fell sober.

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