Terror in the Shadows by CW Hawes

Author:CW Hawes [Hawes, CW]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CW Hawes
Published: 2018-03-17T22:00:00+00:00

11

Jones stood. “I think this is the part in the movie where they say, ‘Oh, shit’.”

“I think you’re right, Jones,” Mostyn said. “Let’s go back.”

They trotted out to the main tunnel and retraced their steps. When they reached the stairs, they ran up two at a time. Once in the sub-basement, Mostyn paused a moment to catch his breath, and then ordered everyone to find any glass they could.

“There are a bunch of old canning jars in the other room,” Kemper said.

“Good. Get them,” Mostyn said, his voice tense.

“What is it?” Kemper asked.

“Think K’n-yan,” he replied.

Her eyes grew big and round. “Oh, shit.”

“Come on, people,” Mostyn called out. “Follow Dotty and be quick about it.”

They rounded up a couple dozen jars filled with food preserved perhaps a hundred or more years ago.

Mostyn took a couple jars and smashed them a dozen steps down, backed up a couple steps, took the jars Kemper handed him and smashed them. The odor of rotten preserves mingled with the musty air.

“Just the smell ought to deter anything down there,” Ohse said.

When the top dozen steps were littered with glass, Kemper and Cashel broke the remaining jars in a wide semi-circle around the entrance to the tunnels below.

“Hopefully that will be a sufficient deterrent,” Mostyn said. “Now let’s get us some reinforcements.”

The group made their way out of the cellar and when above ground took a look at the pitch black sky. Lightning flashed and a few seconds later the thunder boom was so loud the ground shook.

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere,” Ohse said.

“Afraid to drive in a little rain?” Jones taunted

“This isn’t going to be just a little rain,” Ohse replied.

Large drops began falling and then hail the size of walnuts began bouncing off the ground.

“You’re right, Ohse,” Mostyn said. “Into the house.”

Lightning flashed and the thunder boomed loudly. The drops of rain fell with greater frequency and intensity and the hail began to fall by bucketfuls. They ran to the house, pelted by rain and hail.

“Didn’t think I’d be glad to be back in here,” Jones said

Thunder boomed and the house shook.

“God, that was close,” Kemper said.

Cashel set her lamp down in a corner. “Think we can build a fire?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t,” Ohse said. “Chimneys are probably full of stuff. Haven’t been cleaned since forever.”

The house shook again and the boom was so loud, hands instinctively went to ears to cover them.

“Are the thunderstorms always this intense?” Kemper asked.

The house shook again in response to the thunder.

“Not always,” Ohse said. “Seems to be worse the higher up you go.”

All of a sudden the wind picked up, hurling rain and the last of the hail against the windows. Several of the old panes broke.

“Best to close the shutters,” Ohse said.

Flashlights went on, while Jones, Mansfield, and the deputy closed the shutters to keep the weather out.

“Let’s clear a spot and bring in some chairs,” Mostyn said, as he used his feet to push debris into a pile.

“How long is this going to last?” Baker asked.

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