Suspense Magazine July 2013
Suspense Magazine July 2013
Suspense Magazine July 2013
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she wouldn’t have to hide this time. There would be nothing<br />
to hide from, nothing to touch her but golden light.<br />
She looked so goddamn beautiful, I tell you, sitting there,<br />
her platinum hair slicked back along her neck. I floated<br />
timidly toward her, instinctively fearing to disturb her, as<br />
I had on that first night. And I noticed how unassuming,<br />
how unaffected, her expression seemed now. The mask had<br />
dropped. She looked at peace in way that I had never seen her<br />
before now. Perhaps, at these times, alone with the calming<br />
plip, plip,plip of the canal’s dark water, she was able to escape<br />
even the terrors that drove her to Hilcove. And I, free of my<br />
carnal bonds, was filled with a magnanimous compassion,<br />
and content to simply hover beside her, enjoying her beauty,<br />
bathing her in golden light. She took a deep breath through<br />
parted lips and sighed, and I wondered if my light, though<br />
apparently invisible to her, had in some way elicited that<br />
sigh from her. I was curious. Could she sense me, after all<br />
Playing a hunch, I drew closer and saw a relaxed smile spread<br />
across her face. I was inches from her, could almost feel her<br />
calm and steady breath, when I suddenly heard the sickening<br />
crack and saw her head loll horribly upon her pretty bare<br />
shoulders.<br />
I felt myself scatter. With my concentration lost, my<br />
vaporous spirit utterly dispersed. I saw only blackness and<br />
was near certain that, in a moment, I would awake in my<br />
fevered body. It was only by a supreme effort of will that I held<br />
my presence together in that spot long enough to reassemble<br />
itself. When I could again see the golden light shine upon<br />
the scene, I knew that the snap I’d heard had been no<br />
hallucination. Elise was dead, her neck broken. Frantically, I<br />
shot my glance about until, from a nearby patch of shadow, I<br />
saw another light begin to brighten. A sickening light spilled<br />
from a thick and coiling cloud of violet and black. The cloud<br />
had eyes. It had eyes. Every impulse I felt was shouting at me<br />
to turn away from that sight. But something made me look.<br />
And I saw. Set in the midst of this violet vapor, at what might<br />
most easily described as its front, were a pair of eyelids,<br />
behind which hovered two sickly green eyes, a woman’s eyes,<br />
filled with unfathomable hate. Yes, a woman’s eyes. To look<br />
upon those eyes, I knew, this was no conjured devil. This was<br />
a person, like me, but with a spirit that was infinitely fouler. I<br />
looked upon the astral projection of a witch.<br />
It glared at me a moment longer before turning those<br />
eyes away and shooting off, down the corridor, over the canal.<br />
With the eyes no longer fixed on me, I felt my courage return,<br />
and with it, my outrage. In a moment, I was off, chasing the<br />
dark vapor. Faster, I flew. The doors fused in a red blur as I<br />
sped. I knew I only had to keep sight of dark vapor, to see<br />
where it led, to see where its body hid. Finally, as we neared<br />
the iron grate through which the canal’s water exits, the witch<br />
vapor veered and flew through a door. Two sixteen. Room<br />
two sixteen.<br />
I forced my mind to slacken, my concentration to relax,<br />
and so my own projection dispersed. I awoke in my body,<br />
swimming in my sweat, shaking with chills. Now, again, I<br />
needed all my strength of mind to hold myself together. I was<br />
a dervish of rage and fear and sickness. I vomited in a waste<br />
basket and felt a little better, well enough to grab my shotgun<br />
and wrap my sorry frame in a raincoat.<br />
A minute later, I was walking along the canal toward two<br />
sixteen, glad there was no one around. Mind you, I had no<br />
delusions of avoiding a murder charge, but if anyone has seen<br />
me walking like that, with my hand held inside my coat and<br />
my pajama pants sticking out the bottom, they might have<br />
figured something was up and decided to play hero. Same<br />
as I was doing. But nobody was there to see me, and before<br />
long I was standing right in front of two sixteen with a loaded<br />
shotgun in my hot little hands.<br />
I didn’t bother to knock. I was pretty weak still, and it<br />
took a few kicks before the door gave way. When it did finally<br />
fly open, I wished I had just called the police and let them be<br />
the ones to need therapy. It was an abomination: On the floor<br />
of a wholly unfurnished apartment, sat a woman so morbidly<br />
obese that her corpulence, rather than suggesting overnourished<br />
life, suggested only death. In fact, her flesh was<br />
not plump at all. It hung from her frame like warmed wax,<br />
so that at first glance, she actually appeared to be melting. It<br />
could only be black magic keeping her alive. No human heart<br />
could pump blood hard enough to reach the capillaries on the<br />
edges of those monstrous folds. Her skin appeared gray, even<br />
bluish. For all its abundance, it was dying. Only her eyes still<br />
flared with terrible life, burning from within dark circles, and<br />
sunken despite the fleshy curtains of her drooping face. The<br />
smell. The rank odor was something simply indescribable. To<br />
make things worse, I had to squeeze the stock and barrel of<br />
my shotgun to keep my hands from shaking when I noticed<br />
small stones, glimmering gems, like diamonds, slowly and<br />
silently orbiting her head. A devil’s diadem. The diamonds<br />
just floating there and circling like worshippers.<br />
“You must live in one twenty-six,” she croaked. “I used<br />
to live in that one, many years ago. I see you found my book.<br />
I always wondered what became of it. Glad you enjoyed<br />
it. Didn’t save your precious Elise, though. Didn’t save her<br />
pretty neck. Oh, Elise. A lovely girl. Just lovely.”<br />
The witch’s jowls shook with mirthless laughter.<br />
“Whatever will you boys do with your time, now”<br />
I let my shotgun answer. Yet, as I fired, I noticed one of<br />
the diamonds speed off from its orbit. It was almost too quick<br />
to see. Just a glint of light and then a sharp blow to my chest.<br />
I looked down and saw that I was bleeding. Badly. There was<br />
no pain. No pain from a diamond bullet. I tossed the gun<br />
aside and hit the floor.<br />
My shot will bring curious neighbors, and they, in turn,<br />
will bring police and an ambulance. But I feel my life’s blood<br />
flow from my chest, and I doubt there’s enough life in this<br />
used-up body to see me through the night. It’s all right. I<br />
know there’s a golden light at the center of it. One that even<br />
cursed diamonds can’t outshine.<br />
But poor Elise. Poor kid. We should’ve walked away. We<br />
all should’ve just walked away. ■<br />
20 <strong>Suspense</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> <strong>July</strong> <strong>2013</strong> / Vol. 049