The Factory by Mark West

Author:Mark West [West, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hersham Horror Books
Published: 2016-09-24T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Jane rounded on him. “Why did you shut the door?” she demanded.

“I didn’t,” Paul said, painfully aware of the whine in his voice. Why did she bring this side out in him? “The door shut on its own.”

“Well open it, let him in.”

Paul tried the handle but the door didn’t move. “It’s stuck,” he said weakly.

“You’re a fucking idiot, let me do it.”

She elbowed him out of the way and rattled the door back and forth. He hadn’t heard it lock but it was closed fast.

With a frustrated growl, she let go and paced away, then turned. “What’s going on, Paul?”

“What? I know as much as you do.”

She stepped towards him, her face drawn, her lips a tight line. He watched her, vaguely frightened of what she might do. She took a breath, looked as if she was going to say something and then shook her head.

“What?”

“Don’t,” she said and held up a finger. “Seriously. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t understand any of it except Gwen is hurt badly and we need to call the ambulance.”

“Yes.”

“We have to find a way out. Everything else, all this other shit I’m sure you understand better than I do, we can deal with that later.”

“What shit?”

She held up her finger again and bit her lip. “Don’t,” she said and turned.

Paul looked at her back, then at the door. They weren’t going through there, that much was certain. He shrugged off his backpack and took out the walkie talkie. “Martin? Can you hear me?” There was a squelch of static but nothing else. “Martin? Are you there?” He put the unit in his pocket, hoping Martin had the good sense to head downstairs and try to get out.

Jane had walked away, keeping close to the wall.

“Where are you going?”

“To find a way out,” she called over her shoulder. “I don’t intend to spend all night in here and I want to make sure Martin’s alright.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

She didn’t reply but kept walking.

Jane didn’t have a plan but had to get away from Paul for a few minutes otherwise she’d slap his smug face. There was too much going that she had no explanation for but something about him, his attitude and responses, screamed out to her that he did know something.

She walked slowly, keeping as close to the wall as possible, fear tingling through her arms and fingers. She thought of Gwen, poor Gwen, on that bench downstairs and fresh tears filled her eyes. She blinked them away, better to see the floor and make sure none of the boards were rotten.

She passed little stands, small tables and racks, edging around larger objects and concentrating hard, trying not to think about what had happened. She just hoped there was an entrance on the other side of the room, the darkness seemed to be pressing against her and she didn’t like it.

“Jane?”

He sounded whiny, which made her even more mad at him. He wasn’t a fortysomething bloke anymore but a petulant teenager who wasn’t getting his own way.

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