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Faces began to look expectantly at Terry. The two children had taken places at the foot and head of the<br />
coffin. The wizard said softly to them, "Now."<br />
With a movement too sudden to avoid the boy reached out and spurted a tiny aerosol in Terry's face. It<br />
wasn't much of a spurt. There wasn't even any odor.<br />
Then they started to close the coffin.<br />
Terry had been expecting this. "No way!" He jumped right out onto the floor. "No way do I get shut up in<br />
there."<br />
In the dark a woman screamed, a keening sound. "Seal him up," somebody said in a frantic whisper.<br />
People began pushing down the pews, away from him. His Eminence plastered on a smile. And here<br />
came the Stilettos. They were not smiling. For his part, Terry was about to sneeze.<br />
"Amanda," the wizard said pleasantly, "tell Terry a little about the ritual." She hesitated. "Don't be afraid,<br />
Amanda. There are still a few minutes' grace."<br />
At the sound of that word Terry noticed that he felt like hell. His b<strong>one</strong>s ached, his skin was dry and<br />
sensitive.<br />
The girl took his hand again. He noticed for the first time that there was an almost childlike quality about<br />
all these people. The gaudy rituals, the deep of the night, the secrecy, all spoke of the distant past; the terror<br />
of it, but also the charm.<br />
"Terry, we have to close the lid for a little while because our ritual is about dying to the past and coming<br />
to life again in the service of evil. It only stays down for about two minutes. It's just symbolic." She<br />
squeezed his hand and gave him a cute smile. "It's what you want, isn't it? I mean, that must be why you're<br />
here."<br />
"Yes." Terry's voice was hoarse with fear.<br />
"We all want you to do it, all of us." There were murmurs of assent from the surrounding pews,<br />
accompanied by encouraging nods and smiles. And then there were also the Stilettos.<br />
"Sorry I'm so touchy," he muttered. "Claustrophobia." He got back in and the kids, smiling warmly, closed<br />
the lid. There was a distinct click, and then utter darkness. Some<strong>one</strong> had locked the lid with a coffin key.<br />
Oh, Christ, this was going to be hard. Almost at once the air began to go bad. He felt absolutely horrible.<br />
The music started again, its low notes filling the thick air. Muffled but audible there came from the<br />
congregation a sharp sigh. This was followed by a burst of low words, sounding like Latin.<br />
Although he listened with all his might Terry couldn't hear much. He felt along the top of the coffin.<br />
Maybe there was some kind of a handle or latch in here—just in case the dead man woke up. But no,<br />
nothing.<br />
They were doing something outside; he could hear movements close to the coffin.<br />
It was hot in here. Plus he was so sick his chest was beginning to rattle. He sneezed violently. Once.<br />
Again. Three times. Four. Five. He began to see the true nature of the experiment they were conducting. It<br />
had to do with that aerosol.<br />
They had given him the disease!<br />
The top seemed to crash against his face. For a moment he didn't understand that he had banged at it<br />
with his forehead, trying to break out. When he did understand it scared the hell out of him. He was farther<br />
g<strong>one</strong> that he thought; he was out of control. Must be fever coming on.<br />
They weren't going to let him out of here. They were going to see how efficiently their disease worked.<br />
How long it took to kill an average adult male.<br />
He writhed, felt with desperate, questing fingers the satin flocking of the coffin. He had been an idiot to<br />
think they would let him out! "Please!" Nothing. "Please! Oh, plea-a-ase!"<br />
"Mr. Quist?"<br />
"Oh! Oh, yes! Oh, thank you! Thank you for answering me! I can't get my breath. I gotta have air! I'm<br />
sick. Sick bad! You've got to open this thing up."<br />
"We have a few questions first, Mr. Quist." The wizard's voice sounded so close he must be crouched<br />
right at the head of the coffin. Terry had been fool enough to come here, and they had simply taken<br />
advantage.<br />
All Terry could think to do was be agreeable. If he cooperated there might be some hope.<br />
If not he was a dead man. "Questions? Sure, but hurry!" He had never been able to hold his breath long<br />
in childhood contests at Miller-Walkin Public Swimming Pool in Corona Park. Never for long. He would<br />
come bursting up out of the water first or second, his lungs aching for air, his whole body filled with a<br />
painfully urgent need to breathe. "Please hurry!"<br />
"What did you tell Inspector Michael Banion about us?"<br />
Holy God! Mike wasn't in on it, only his wife! His heart went out to the poor guy. He had to get out of