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HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />

RICK CHILLOT<br />

slams into <strong>the</strong> bus stop, a symphony of breaking glass<br />

and twisting metal and screams.<br />

University of Pittsburgh, North Side Campus<br />

November 21, 7:33 p.m., Seventeen Years Ago<br />

Ed opens his eyes and finds himself in a cramped<br />

room filled with mismatched couches and chairs. A<br />

television is on, but <strong>the</strong> sound is turned down. he tries<br />

to sit up. His head aches. He looks around <strong>the</strong> room and<br />

sees he’s not alone.<br />

Three young men are sprawled on <strong>the</strong> sofas and chairs.<br />

“Mike,” he whispers. “Mike, Dave, Jim…” They’re dead<br />

already, asphyxiated by <strong>the</strong> carbon monoxide that has<br />

been seeping into <strong>the</strong>ir room from a defective furnace. Ed<br />

rolls off <strong>the</strong> couch and onto <strong>the</strong> floor, barely feeling <strong>the</strong><br />

impact. I can’t help <strong>the</strong>m, he thinks. I have to get out. The<br />

floor seems to be tilting and he crawls, almost swimming,<br />

pushing himself toward a window.<br />

He looks back at his roommates, lying motionless.<br />

A dark figure moves among <strong>the</strong>m, an animal shape<br />

crouched low, sniffing first one of <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong><br />

o<strong>the</strong>rs, <strong>the</strong>n fixing its eyes on Ed.<br />

Blue Palace Hotel, Back Courtyard<br />

May 27,10:13 a.m., Thirty Years Ago<br />

Ed is running down <strong>the</strong> hall. He is seven years old,<br />

chubby and frightened, outside in <strong>the</strong> cold courtyard,<br />

running over cracked cement. He looks behind him<br />

and sees <strong>the</strong> dog, ragged and terrible, yellow teeth and<br />

gray claws. Ed cries out, tries to run faster, <strong>the</strong>n he feels<br />

<strong>the</strong> terrible impact knock him down. “I’m sorry,” he<br />

blubbers. “Don’t hurt me!” The dog is above him, its<br />

mouth dripping, and before Ed can scream, it clamps<br />

down on his face and neck, teeth ripping into his<br />

cheeks, blood running down his throat.<br />

Street Outside <strong>the</strong> Blue Palace Hotel<br />

September 20, 8:00 p.m.<br />

Terrence watches in disbelief.<br />

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