The Snow by Ross S. Simon

Author:Ross S. Simon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mainstream, horror, Ross Simon, Eternal Press, Possession, Loki, Norse, God, Mischief, The Snow, Ross S. Simon, Northern, Minnesota, Winter
Publisher: Damnation Books
Published: 2012-03-05T00:00:00+00:00

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Two members of the Township Police’s Forensic department, wearing protective gloves and breathing masks with their winter layers, were now meeting the pickup people from the FBI’s downstate office, to hand over the gurney with the filled body bag on it.

It was now an hour after the freakish, mind-bending incidents of that morning. During the pickup, one of the Township handlers said to the Feds, “Wykler’s people, here, say the circumstances around this one are pretty unusual.”

“The guy on the phone, Van Sleet I think he was, did say this fool was acting pretty damn far out,” concurred a picker-upper from the Bureau.

“If what Wykler himself says is any indication,” said the other Police Forensic man, “you have no idea. The Captain implies it was more than just ‘pretty damn far out’ he was acting.”

“He did attack you guys?”

“Well,” said the Police handler, “confidentially, Wykler demanded our word that we’d believe this, but what the freak here did defied the laws of phys—”

“Excuse me!” Captain Wykler yelled to the Forensics people in masks and gloves, from the back door entrance. “I thought I told people around here, don’t tell our Federal guests here anything they couldn’t swallow.”

They collapsed the gurney into the back of the unmarked ambulance. “What’s not to swallow, Captain?” asked one of the Fed people. “We do understand that this is a special case.”

“Fine,” Wykler grunted. “Let’s leave it at that.”

The Police Forensics duo were now filling out and signing release forms. Wykler turned back in through the door. It was cold out there.

Thank God, right now, it wasn’t snowing.

Wykler was still paranoid from the events of earlier that morning. That Donald Holly was not, it seemed, human. He hoped the FBI would be able to figure out what was going on with him, exactly. Horns protruding from the skull? Glowing eyes, flaming head? Flesh transforming into a bunch of mistletoe leaves? It was fantastic…outrageous…it was nothing, positively nothing, that Wykler, or any of his people who had witnessed it all, could explain.

Moreso, what if only one bullet couldn’t kill that creature? How did they know that a whole big bunch of the same kind of bullet would have, for sure?

Wykler trembled, sweated, at the thought of the huge mistake he was probably making in turning that “body” over to the Federal people. Would they be able to handle it…if the…thing…they all…thought…was dead…somehow…came…back—?

No.

If it turned out, from this creature, that magic really did exist in this world…then, there could only be so much magic. Even Aladdin’s genie had told him, Wykler remembered, that he couldn’t revive anyone from the dead.

Wykler decided that the best thing to do was not let it linger in his mind.

Still…if only he had that option right now.

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