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CORRIDORS<br />
There’s a cold, paste-like substance all over his finger.<br />
“What is this?”<br />
“Let’s keep going, darling,” Victoria says. “I know<br />
all of this must seem frightfully grotesque. But take my<br />
word, compared to certain o<strong>the</strong>r kinds of unpleasantness,<br />
it’s just Halloween decoration.” She’s walking<br />
faster now. Ed keeps his attention on <strong>the</strong> walls as she<br />
draws away from him. The viscous coating is thicker<br />
here. Ed can see shapes embedded within <strong>the</strong> slime.<br />
“Hold it a second,” he whispers. He moves closer to<br />
examine <strong>the</strong> shadowy forms in <strong>the</strong> wall. One of <strong>the</strong><br />
shapes resembles a human hand, but flattened like a<br />
glove. Fur<strong>the</strong>r down <strong>the</strong> wall is a vaguely leg-shaped<br />
form, and elsewhere a suggestion of a foot.<br />
“Holy cow,” he whispers. They’re nearing <strong>the</strong> end of<br />
<strong>the</strong> passageway, where it appears to turn a corner. Ed<br />
watches an arm-shape, and near it a torso. The two are<br />
slowly moving toward each o<strong>the</strong>r. A thin thread<br />
stretches from one to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. Ed watches as <strong>the</strong> line<br />
contracts, slowly pulling <strong>the</strong> arm and shoulder toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
A second line appears, like a black thread,<br />
reaching from arm to shoulder. It’s as if something’s<br />
stitching <strong>the</strong>m toge<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
“Victoria—”<br />
As Ed approaches <strong>the</strong> corner, Victoria screams.<br />
“No! Oh God, <strong>the</strong>y’re here! Help me—” He sees a dark<br />
shape grab her by <strong>the</strong> neck, pulling her out of sight.<br />
“Victoria!” Ed runs toward her, rounding <strong>the</strong> corner.<br />
There’s ano<strong>the</strong>r long hallway, with an open door<br />
at <strong>the</strong> far end. Two of <strong>the</strong> blank-faced smilers have her;<br />
<strong>the</strong>y’re dragging her by <strong>the</strong> arms and are already halfway<br />
down <strong>the</strong> hall.<br />
“Help me! Oh, God, <strong>the</strong>y’ve got me! Help me!”<br />
Ed runs after <strong>the</strong>m, but his feet seem to move in slow<br />
motion while <strong>the</strong> smilers, without seeming to hurry,<br />
outpace him and pass through <strong>the</strong> doorway. He registers<br />
dimly that <strong>the</strong>re are more shapes in <strong>the</strong> walls<br />
around him: arms, legs, feet, heads—all flattened out<br />
like sewing patterns, swimming slowly toward each<br />
HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />
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