The Dark at the End

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The Dark at the End Page 77

Weezy's voice woke him.

"Jack? Eddie?"

It echoed from down the hall and she sounded terrified.

He leaped up from the bare mattress and looked around in the dark. He was fully dressed except for his work boots. He'd rolled his jacket into a makeshift pillow. He felt around for the flashlight and the Glock he'd left on a bedside table.

They'd left a light on in the hall before calling it a night. What had happened to it?

"Guys!" she called again, her voice quavering. "Can you come here?"

"On my way," Jack said.

He found the flashlight and turned it on, then grabbed his Glock. Couldn't imagine why he'd need it but he preferred to have it with him rather than on the table.

The piles of upended chairs and bureaus and such scattered around the room cast weird shadows as he hurried toward his open door. He flipped the switch on the wall as he went by but the ceiling light didn't go on. Odd. It had worked before.

Light flashed in the hall, though, and it turned out to be Eddie with his own flashlight.

"Weezy?" Eddie said.

"I'm in here," she called from two doors down where she'd chosen to spend the night.

Jack reached the darkened room first. A flick of her wall switch proved that her light didn't work either, but Jack's flash beam found her wrapped in her coat and crouched on the bed, holding her unlit flashlight and looking terrified. He entered with Eddie close behind him.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone was here."

"Who? How?" Eddie said. "There's nobody here but us."

Jack couldn't argue with that. The windows were barred and they'd barricaded both downstairs doors before hitting the mattresses. Even someone with a key couldn't get in without making a terrible racket. Eddie tried her wall switch again - as dead as Jack's.

"Mine's dead too," Eddie said. "Seems we've lost power."

Jack held his pistol against his thigh as he flashed his beam around. Like every other room, lots of furniture stacked and bunched together, but no people.

"I'm telling you someone was in the room." Her voice rose in pitch. "He was standing over the bed and looking down at me."

"'He'? " Jack said. "What'd he look like?"

"Okay, it could have been a she, but it ... I don't know ... it felt like a he. I grabbed my flashlight but it's dead."

She hit the button and the beam shot across the room.

"It didn't work before." She turned it off and back on again. "I swear it didn't."

Jack said, "The place is empty except for us. It wasn't Eddie or me, so that leaves a nightmare."

"I wasn't dreaming. Believe me, I know when I'm dreaming. What time is it?"

Eddie pulled out his cell phone and pressed a button. Jack saw his puzzled frown in the glow from its display.

"No service. It worked fine before."

No service meant no time on the display. Jack hadn't yet become dependent on his phone for the time. He trained his flash beam on his watch, an old Seiko that refused to die.

"Two thirty-two," he said, then noticed the second hand wasn't moving. "Wait. I take that back. My watch has stopped."

Okay. This was getting weird.

Weezy's door slammed closed.

Jack jumped just like everyone else. Eddie was closest. He grabbed the knob, twisted, and pulled.

"It won't budge." His voice had developed a quaver.

Jack stepped over to help. "Maybe the two of us - "

"Jack? Eddie?" Weezy said. Her voice sounded strange.

Jack turned and saw her awed expression as she trained her flashlight beam across the room.

"Look."

He followed her beam and stepped back in shock when he saw two chairs on the ceiling.

"What the...?" His mouth had gone dry.

Those chairs had been part of the furniture pile a moment ago. Now they were in the front corner of the room, resting on their sides against the ceiling.

"We're outta here," he said.

He and Eddie tried the heavy wooden door together but it wouldn't budge - wouldn't even rattle. Seemed like it had fused to the frame.

He crossed the room to the window and looked out. Beyond the wrought-iron bars, the frozen surface of Quaker Lake reflected the streetlights of the sleeping town.

He tried to raise the sash but it wouldn't budge - either painted shut or fused like the door. He could break the glass but didn't see the point: They'd never get past the bars crisscrossing the opening.

"Hey, guys," Eddie said, his ear pressed against the door. "Somebody's out in the hall."

Jack joined him at the door. He heard movement outside to their right. Floorboards creaking, joists squealing in distress.

Someone? No, something was moving down the hall, something massive, coming their way.

"Stand back," Jack said, pulling Eddie with him.

The sounds of the walls, floor, and maybe even the ceiling of the hallway struggling to hold together grew louder and closer. Cracks zigzagged along the stucco walls of the room, the door bulged inward as if some monstrous weight were pressing against its far side. It didn't look like it could hold.

Jack looked around, spotted an open closet door, pointed.

"In there!"

He had no idea if it would protect them from whatever was out there, but he saw no other options.

Their flashlights - all three of them - died just before the room door slammed open.

Weezy screamed, Eddie shouted in terror. For want of anything better to do, Jack dropped to one knee and fired a half dozen quick shots at the doorway. The muzzle flashes revealed what looked like a glistening gray surface sliding past, oblivious to the bullets. Nothing appeared to be entering the room so Jack saved his rounds.

Maybe ten seconds later the sounds and the sense of massive movement faded away, and their flashlights came on. All three beams zipped to the doorway.

"What the hell was that?" Eddie said.

Jack shook his head. "Not sure I want to know. But I do want to know what's going on here. Weezy - any ideas?"

"Right now I'm having a little trouble thinking about anything but getting out of here."

"I'm with you on that. The Lonely Pine Motel doesn't sound so bad now, does it."

"Sounds like paradise."

Glock held before him, Jack eased toward the gaping doorway and the darkness beyond it. Eddie came up beside him.

"God, that thing is loud," he whispered.

"The pistol?"

"Yeah. My ears are ringing."

So were Jack's.

"Never fired one?"

"Shot my share of rifles, but always outside."

Yeah, inside a small, closed room was a different ball game.

Jack poked his head through the doorway and flashed his beam quickly in both directions. Empty.

Except for the slime.

The walls, floor, and ceiling glistened with a mucousy substance, as if some giant slug had just passed.

"Come on, Weezy," Eddie said, stepping into the hall. "Let's get the hell - "

He slipped on the slime and would have gone down if Jack hadn't caught his arm.

"Steady, guy."

Eddie stepped back inside, wiping his shoe on the floor.

"Slippery as hell. We're going to have to be careful."

Weezy was reaching under her bed. "Let me get my backpack and - "

The door slammed shut again.

"Ah, jeez," Jack said. "Now what?"

A startling clatter from the corner of the room: The two chairs had fallen from the ceiling.

Jack pulled on the doorknob and the door swung open with no problem. The hall seemed even darker than before. His flash beam picked up no glistening mucus this time. In fact, it picked up nothing at all. The hallway was gone, and in its place ...

Darkness.

A darkness so absolute it swallowed his flash beam.

"Okay, Jack," Eddie said. "What the hell is that?"

"Wish I knew."

He did know it made his gut crawl. He couldn't say why. Maybe it was the sense of emptiness in that blackness.

He backed up a step, reaching for the door to slam it closed, but the blackness didn't enter the room. It simply sat there, absorbing light. A return trip to the window showed the same tranquil scene as before. Nothing had changed out there, but what had happened in the hall? What was the darkness? What did it hide?

He returned to the doorway.

"Keep back, Jack," Weezy said.

He hardly needed to be told that. But as he approached he again sensed that empty feeling out there. He had a strange impression that the hallway wasn't simply hidden in the blackness, but was no longer there. A feeling that nothing was out there, not even light.

He handed Eddie his flash and stuck the Glock into his waistband. Then he grabbed a chair from the nearby pile of furniture.

"Jack?" Weezy said behind him. "What - ?"

"Just a little experiment."

He tossed the chair through the doorway and then stepped back, listening ... and listening.

Nothing.

It should have hit the hallway floor. But it didn't. If by some stretch of possibility that was gone, it should have landed on the first floor. But it didn't. After that, some clatter from the basement should have echoed up. But it didn't.

"Jack?" Eddie handed back the flashlight as he stepped up beside him and stared into the black. "What happened to the chair?"

"Not a clue. It could be still falling, for all I know."

The blackness was bottomless. Or effectively so.

Eddie was shaking his head. "No ... no ... shit like this doesn't happen. It's some kind of trick ... an illusion."

He turned, grabbed another chair, and heaved it through the door.

The three of them stood in silence, listening.

No sound. Falling is silent.

Eddie backed away. "What have we got ourselves into?"

Shaken, Jack closed the door.

Eddie flicked the beam of his flashlight back and forth between Jack and Weezy. Hard to say which wobbled more: the beam or his voice. "And how can you two be so calm about it?"

"I've been living with these sorts of things for years now. And I've had more practice hiding it. And your sister's suspected this stuff since she was a kid."

Jack turned to Weezy. He didn't want to shine the light in her eyes, so he kept the beam trained on the mattress.

"Okay, Weez. You're the expert here. What's going on?"

"I-I don't know. I can make some guesses but - "

"Guess away. Please."

"Well, the Compendium says that the mortar used to build the Lodges is often mixed with some dirt from a nexus point."

"What's a nexus point?" Eddie said.

"Places around the globe where the barrier - sometimes called the Veil - between our world and the Otherness is very thin."

"There's one not too far from here," Jack said.

Weezy stared at him. "You know about that?"

"I used to hang with some piney kids in high school. They mentioned a 'bald spot' deep in the Pines where weird lights flashed at certain times and nothing ever grew - hence the name."

"Sounds like the nexus point."

"How long has all this been going on?" Eddie said.

Weezy looked at him. "Almost forever."

"But ... it's practically in our backyard - or at least what was our backyard."

She shrugged. "Tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen."

Jack remembered one of Eddie's favorite descriptors for his older sister: crazy.

"Well, I'm listening now. Black is black, remember? This can't happen every night. Why's it happening now?"

"Well, if you combine the nexus point dirt in the mortar, and a nexus point not too far away, with the proximity of an equinox, maybe ... ow!"

She had been reaching into the backpack where she kept the Compendium. Now she snatched it away and shook it in the air.

Eddie stepped closer. "What happened?"

"The Compendium. It's hot."

Jack reached in and gave it a quick touch. Right. Hot. Hot enough to raise a blister if you tried to hold it.

"The book must be reacting to all this weirdness," she said.

Jack wondered about that. "Maybe it's triggering it."

Weezy nodded. "That could be. Take all those elements - the mortar, the proximity to the nexus point, the time in the sun's cycle - and they may not be enough. But add this relic of the First Age to the mix and ... who knows?"

"Whatever the cause," he said, "we're stuck here."

"No!" Eddie said, going to the window. "We can't stay here! We've got to get out!"

Jack said, "Not gonna happen. But if we stick together and stay awake, we'll make it to morning."

Eddie leaned closer. "How can you be so sure this'll change by then?"

"Sunrise," Weezy said, nodding. "Sunrise will change everything. You'll see."

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