Orpheus - Haunting the Dead.pdf - Dice

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DIA DE LOS MUERTOSAUNTING THE DEAD
to warn its agents against listening to the spectral
voice. Some had claimed that Radio Free Death had
helped them in the past, others that its information was
too cryptic to be of use to anyone.
“Hello!” she shouted at the TV screen. “Hello. Can
you hear me?”
More images flashed on the screen. A rivulet of
blood running down stone, a close-up of some kind of
diseased flesh, and then an image of a woman Eileen
recognized as her project leader, Rebecca O’Hare,
silently shrieking as blood and viscera from her ruined
eye sockets ran down her face. The static returned and
the voice came through again. “Urgent… any Orpheus
agent… being destroyed…”
Eileen dropped the phone and stepped forward,
banging on the TV screen. “Answer me!”
One more word came from the television: “Run.”
In her head, the voice of the Llarona echoed: one
who knows more than he should, one who is many places at
once.
“I don’t know if you can hear me,” she said to the
television. “I don’t even know if there’s anything of
Orpheus left to tell, but if there is, get this out to them.
Tell them that the things we thought were separate
have a common cause. Pigment, the cults, the spectres.
They’re all connected somehow. The Beast under the
Storm, Coatlicue. I don’t know what it is but someone’s
got to find it!” There was no response from the TV.
Eileen wondered if the mysterious voice of Radio Free
Death had heard her and in her heart she knew she’d
never know.
The phone was ringing.
She almost laughed. The sound was so normal, so
businesslike. She slowly walked out of the nursery and
looked down at the phone. The receiver was off the
hook, a whining sound coming from it, and the light for
the phone’s second line was blinking.
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