Anthology.The.Mammoth.Book.of.Zombies.Stephen.Jones.1993 by Anthology

Author:Anthology [Anthology]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0100-12-31T22:00:00+00:00

"What is the matter?" he asked a few moments later after I had introduced myself. "You sound disturbed."

I explained to him what had happened since my return to the house. "What his mutterings mean, I don't know," I said finally, "though they must be connected in some way with what happened in the cellar."

"Neurotic hallucinations?"

"No, I don't think so. Not Poole. Though he hasn't been himself this week-end, I must admit. Something happened, I think, something in the cellar. Though what, who knows?"

"But you want to find out. Is that why you phoned me?"

I admitted that it was. "You have a knowledge of the house which I lack."

"A historical knowledge? Then you believe that it is something from the building's past that has affected your friend?"

"I do. There's something about this place, something so strong, so suffocatingly strong that it's hardly even possible to think objectively in this place."

"So that even a man who is a complete, materialistic sceptic could begin to doubt his views and wonder if…?"

The ease with which Foster was assimilating what I was telling him, made me wonder for a moment if all this came as a surprise to him at all. Or did he know more than what he hinted at? Relieved that I had at least found someone with whom I could confide my fears about the place and who, moreover, had a real knowledge of it, I asked him if he would come to the house after the library had closed. "I would appreciate it immensely if you could help me. I'm sure, as well, that you'll find more than enough to interest you."

Foster laughed, admitting that he would have been disappointed if I had not asked him. "I have always wanted to investigate that house," he replied. "I am sure that in many ways it could prove as interesting as any in the country. Psychical research has always been an interest of mine, though one which I have so seldom had a chance of investigating before."

"You believe that is the explanation for all this?" I asked.

"Did you not suspect that already?" Foster responded, his voice indicating that he knew I had. And, despite the scorn I instinctively felt I should express at the idea, I could not deny it. Such things seemed far from fantastic inside Elm Tree House. I admitted that the thought had not been far from my mind.

Evidently amused at my reticence, Foster laughed, saying that in that case all doubt had been cast from his mind and he was certain in his conviction that there was definitely something "abnormal" about the house. Before hanging up, he asked if I could pick him up from his house, since he didn't own a car himself and it was a long walk from where he lived to Elm Tree House. Agreeing to this, I told him I would collect him at seven.

When this had all been settled I returned to Poole to see how he was. The peace that had settled on him after the delirium seemed to have hardly changed.

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