Hallowed Ground by David Niall Wilson & Steven & Wilson Savile

Author:David Niall Wilson & Steven & Wilson Savile
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror
Publisher: Crossroad Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Mariah came around slowly. Her head was muggy, her thoughts slow. She was surprised that she’d slept. In fact it didn’t feel as though she’d slept at all. There was nothing refreshing about the lethargy that had stolen into her body. She opened her eyes. Balthazar stood over her. He leaned too close before she could turn away, bringing his lips to within an inch of her ear. She felt his stale breath tickle her cheek as he whispered a single word:

"Remember."

And then he was gone.

She lay for a moment longer, and then sat up slowly. She had been resting on something soft and cool. The fragrance of fresh flowers filled the air. It was dark, but a single shaft of sunlight cut through a window far above her, spearing down into the blackness. She bumped up against something hard, and tried to turn. In that moment, her vision cleared. Her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed three times, trying to force the air out of her lungs but all that came out of her mouth was a choked, gurgle.

She was in a church. She knew the church. She had been there before but she had no idea when or where it had been. She scrambled up and back and cracked her neck painfully into the end of the coffin that held her. She cried out again, and this time she managed to scream. She gripped the side and hauled herself up. The shift of balance as she struggled caused the casket to tip. She spilled out over the edge and fell with it. Her hip caught the corner of the altar and she rolled, sprawling across the smooth wooden floor.

Pain lanced through her like fire. She forced herself to her feet. Nothing made sense. She turned about and then again, staring at her surroundings in confusion. Balthazar was nowhere to be seen. The heavy double doors of the church were closed. She was alone.

Piles of lilies and sentimental offerings lay all around the coffin. Her coffin. No, she refused to think of it like that. Something had happened, something that made no sense and left her senses reeling, but it wasn’t her coffin. It couldn’t be. She swallowed a heavy breath and took an unsteady step toward the altar. She knew she should get out, that she should run, but something about the echoing darkness of the empty building called to her. Something about the arrangements of flowers, and the sentimental offerings itched at her mind in a way she refused to believe. She managed two more steps down the aisle then looked up at the stained glass window. She knew the design in the glass. She reached out, and clutched at the back of one of the pews to steady herself. The seats behind the altar, where the choir sat during services, were every bit as familiar as the window.

She wore only a thin white gown. Her bare feet were cold on the polished plank floor. She picked up a card from the corner of the altar.

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