Clickers by J. F. Gonzalez

Author:J. F. Gonzalez
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: classic horror, sfhorror, creature horror, monster horror, mark williams, brian keene, j f gonzalez
Publisher: J. F. Gonzalez

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Oh God, what am I gonna do?

This thought ran through Stacy Robinson’s head as she paced her quaint craftsman style home on the outskirts of town. It massaged her brain as she went from bedroom to living room to kitchen, oblivious to the storm that was now wreaking havoc on Phillipsport and causing such a thunder and shower spectacle. She ignored the crashing boom of the thunder as she went to the bedroom and dragged out a suitcase, wrenching open the drawers, pulling clothes out and dumping them in the suitcase. Her mind roiled with the same thoughts of what am I doing? What is going on? and then she’d stop packing and move to the kitchen, wishing none of this had ever happened.

When she got home last night she’d gone immediately to the closet and brought out her suitcase. She packed, throwing clothes in blindly, not even thinking about what she was going to do, where she was going to go. All she could think of was that she had to get away. She’d pushed Kirk away from her and he’d fallen right into those…things…and that was equal to murder and she had to get out before—

She’d stopped, taken a deep breath and let it out. Calm down, she told herself. This is what got you into this mess in the first place. So just calm down.

She had gone into the kitchen and taken out a bottle of Jim Beam and poured herself a glass. She smoked a cigarette and sat at the kitchen table while she drank the bourbon, trying to get a handle on her thoughts. Before she knew it the glass was empty, and she’d poured herself another. And another. And another.

So she’d gone into the living room, feeling pleasantly buzzed and filled the bowl of her water bong. She took a few hits off the bong, letting the smoke settle in her lungs before she exhaled. There. That felt better. Now she could think this through calmly and rationally. Think it through one step at a time. First she needed to rest her body and her mind. She’d just gone through a terrifying experience and she needed to be on her guard and thus, needed to have all her energy. That meant she needed to get some sleep. Come tomorrow she could decide what to do in a calm, rational manner. Perhaps she’d leave town, but if she did she would do it the right way. She would go through it calmly and rationally.

She stopped her pacing at the kitchen counter, wishing for a cigarette. She’d smoked them all last night. Outside, the rain lashed against the windows and the sky over the ocean was as black as pitch. Stacy was still wearing the worn, black leather jacket she’d worn to the beach the day before. Below that she was wearing a cranberry colored sweater and no bra. Cold air seeped through the holes in her jeans. She moved toward the refrigerator, thinking she might have left a pack of cigarettes inside, but stopped, suddenly remembering.

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