The Cellar (18 page)

Donna started the engine of the Chrysler. Beside her sat Sandy. Roy, his head still hooded by the pillowcase and his hands still bound, sat in the back between Jud and Larry. Jud held a .45 against Roy’s chest. Larry held a machete across his lap, its curved head pressing Roy’s side.

“Once you let us off,” Jud said, “I want you to drive back to the motel. Give us half an hour, then come back for the pick-up. If we’re not waiting, don’t stick around. Take off, and come back every fifteen minutes until we show. Any questions?”

“Can’t I just park somewhere close, and wait? Then I can signal if someone comes.”

“The car might attract notice.”

“Are they really going in Beast House?” Sandy asked, as if it were a joke everyone was in on except her.

“I guess so,” Donna answered.

“That’s crazy.”

“It certainly is,” Larry agreed. “I concur 100 percent.”

“You don’t have to come,” Jud said.

“Oh, but I do. You are planning to rid the world of Lilly’s beast, I take it?”

“I’m planning to.”

“Well, if I’m to bear the expense of the operation, I certainly want to see it carried out. Besides, you may need a hand with our friend here.”

“Are you taking Daddy in there, too?”

“Yes,” Jud said, and didn’t explain.

“What for?”

“Punishment.”

“Oh. You’re gonna give him to the beast?”

“That’s right.”

“Wow! Can we go in too?” she asked Donna. “I want to see.”

“No, we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s dangerous.”

“But Jud and Larry are going in.”

“That’s different.”

“I want to. I want to see the beast get Daddy in its claws and rip him up.”

“Sandy!”

“I want to see it!”

“Take my word for it,” Larry said. “You don’t want to see the beast do that to a man. I know.”

“We’re almost there,” Donna said.

“Okay. Drive on past it, then hang a U.”

“Here?”

“Go a bit farther, so we’re past the bend.”

Donna slowed.

“This’ll be fine.”

She tried to swing the big car into a U-turn, saw that she couldn’t make it, and had to back up before finishing the turn.

“Okay,” Jud said. “Now kill the lights.”

She pushed the headlight knob, and the road ahead went dark except for patches of moonlight. The road was less dark than the woods on either side, so she had little trouble staying on it. Around the curve, the woods ended. The moon spread pale, creamy light over the road.

“Pull up in front of the ticket booth,” Jud said, his voice a tense whisper.

Donna stopped.

“I’ll need the keys for a second.”

She switched off the ignition. Turning in her seat, she handed the key case to him. “Jud?” she said.

His features were barely visible.

“Shouldn’t we just take him to the police?”

“No.”

“It’s not that I…Can’t we shoot him, or something?”

“That’d be murder.”

“It’ll be murder giving him to the beast.”

“Then the beast is the perpetrator, not us.”

“I don’t want you going in that house again. Not at night. Christ, Jud!”

“It’s all right,” Jud said quietly.

“It’s
not
all right. You could get killed. It’s not fair. We’ve only had two days.”

“We’ll have plenty more,” he said, and climbed from the car. He dragged out Roy, who stumbled and dropped to his knees. “Keep him here,” Jud told Larry.

Donna followed Jud to the trunk.

“Please,” he said, “get in the car.”

“One kiss.”

“All right.”

She pressed herself tightly against him, squeezing him hard, hoping that somehow their bodies might fuse and she could stop him from leaving. But after a moment, he forced her gently away.

She watched him take his torn parka from the trunk and put it on. He picked up two flashlights and a road flare. Then he quietly shut the trunk and handed the keys to her.

“What time does your watch say?” he asked.

“Ten forty-three.”

He set his. “Okay. Meet us here at eleven-fifteen.”

“Jud?”

“Go. Please. I want to get this done.”

She went back to the car, started it, and drove away without looking back at the three men she’d left along the roadside.

“It’s a turnstile,” Jud said. “Climb over it.”

Roy shook his head.

Jud prodded him with the knife, and Roy swung a leg up. Larry, on the other side, helped him over by pulling one of his tied arms. Jud heard an approaching car. He vaulted the turnstile, grabbed Roy, and pulled the big man to the ground. The three of them lay close to the ticket-booth wall.

Jud heard the car slow. Its tires crunched gravel. Crawling forward, he peered around the corner of the ticket booth.

A police car.

It was stopped across the road, but Jud could hear the quiet idle of its engine. A few moments passed. Then it made a U-turn, drove slowly by the ticket booth, and headed off.

They dragged Roy to his feet and led him up the lawn. They hurried alongside the house to the back. There, they climbed the porch stairs.

The broken glass in the back door had neither been replaced nor boarded over. Sliding the knife into his pocket, Jud reached through the opening. He lowered his fingers down the door crack until he found a bolt. He tried to draw it back. It was stuck. He jerked. It snapped back with a clatter that filled the silence.

“That probably woke it up,” Larry whispered.

Jud pushed open the door. He stepped inside, pulling the hooded man. Larry, following, shut the door without a sound.

“Where to?” he whispered.

“Let’s take this off, first.” Jud removed the belt from Roy’s neck, then pulled off the pillowcase. The man’s head jerked as he looked quickly around.

“This is Beast House,” Jud told him.

He made noises through his nose.

“I’ll take off the gag. You’ll live a bit longer, though, if you stay quiet.”

Roy nodded.

Jud tore the adhesive tape off Roy’s mouth, and pocketed it. He strapped the spare belt around his waist, and tucked in the pillowcase so it hung at his side like a white sash. He planned to leave nothing behind.

Nothing but Roy.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered.

“That where the
monster
lives?” Roy asked, and laughed.

“That’s where it usually attacks,” Jud said.

“Yeah? You believe that shit?”

“Shhhh.”

Jud stepped out of the kitchen. He flicked on his flashlight. Ahead was the entrance hall, its stuffed-monkey umbrella holder guarding the front door like a grotesque sentry. He put his light away. With his left hand, he reached under the back of his shirt and pulled the Colt automatic from his belt.

“What’re you guys, trying to scare me?”

“Shhh,” Larry repeated.

“Shit.”

At the foot of the stairs, Roy said, “I smell gas.”

“That’s from last night,” Jud whispered.

“Yeah?”

“A woman was killed,” Larry said.

“No shit? You guys do this all the time?”

“Shut up,” said Jud.

“I was only making conversation.”

They started up the stairs, and last night’s horrors filled Jud’s mind: Mary Ziegler, dead, diving down at him; the liquid sounds she made rolling across his back; the awful stench of the beast. He looked toward the top of the stairs, half afraid he would see her there again.

“Anybody got a smoke?” Roy asked.

“Shut up.”

They reached the top of the stairs.

“Okay,” Jud said, “lie down.”

“What?”

“Lie facedown on the floor.”

“Fuck you.”

With a sudden kick, Jud knocked the left leg out from under Roy. The man sat down hard.

“Fuckin’ bastard.”

“Face down.”

Roy obeyed.

“You just wait, motherfucker. I’ll gut you like a catfish. I’ll cut off your cock and jam it down…”

“In there,” Jud whispered to Larry, pointing to the door several feet from Roy.

“Alone?”

“Just a second.” Jud knelt. “Okay, Roy. You just lie here quietly. I tell you what: If you make it to dawn alive, I’ll turn you over to the cops.”

“Fuck you.”

“But the only way you’ve got a chance is to stay real still, and real quiet. Maybe you’ll be lucky, and the beast won’t notice you.”

“Fuck you.”

“We’ll be right over there, where we can keep an eye on you. If you try to sneak off, I’ll have to dump you. Any questions?”

“Yeah. What’s your name? I like to know a guy’s name before I gut him.”

“My name is Judgment Rucker.”

“Shit.”

Jud went to the door where Larry waited. Jud opened it. He flashed his light up its narrow stairway,
to the door high overhead. “This’ll be good,” he whispered. “We can sit on the stairs.”

They stepped inside. Jud put his flashlight away. He pulled the door toward him until only a crack remained. Eye close to the crack, he could see the shape of Roy lying on the dark corridor floor.

Jud switched the automatic to his right hand. With his left, he removed Roy’s knife from the pocket of his parka. He patted the parka, feeling the good weight of his spare ammo clips.

“Judge?” Larry whispered. “Will we actually let the beast have him?”

“Shhh.”

Donna wanted to turn around, wanted to go back to Beast House and wait there for the men to finish. As she was about to make the turn, however, car headlights flashed on her rearview mirror. The car drew quickly closer. Donna thought she could see a light rack on its roof. She checked her speedometer. No, she wasn’t speeding.

Sandy looked back. “Uh-oh,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna pull over?”

“Not unless he wants me to.”

“Why’s he so close?”

“He hasn’t got manners.”

The police car stayed on their tail all the way to the Welcome Inn. It followed them through the
entrance, then angled left and parked beside the restaurant.

Sandy made an exaggerated, “Whew!”

“I guess he was just hungry,” Donna said. She pulled into the parking space of Cabin 12. “Let’s give him a minute to get inside.”

“Then what?”

“We’ll go back for Jud and Larry.”

“Jud said half an hour.”

“We’ll be a little early.”

She backed up and headed out of the parking lot. With a glance at the police car, she saw it was empty. The policeman was nowhere in sight. She turned left.

“If we’re early,” Sandy said, “can we go in?”

“Are you out of your tree?”

“Maybe we can help Larry and Jud.”

“They’ll be fine without our help.”

“I’m not scared of the beast.”

“Well, you
should
be.”

“We can take Jud’s rifle in with us.”

“Bullets can’t hurt it. Weren’t you listening on the tour?”

“Sure.”

“Maggie said her husband shot it.”

“Hunh-uh. She only said she heard shots. He probably just missed.”

“Well regardless, we’re not going anywhere near that house.”

The town seemed empty as Donna drove through it. A few cars sat in front of closed stores,
as if deserted by drivers seeking shelter from the darkness. Street lights cast their glow on barren corners. The traffic light blinked a steady yellow caution.

Donna swung left across the road and pulled into a parking space in front of Arty’s Hardware. The headlights glared off the display window. She shut them off. “Can you see the house?” she asked.

Sandy peered out the side window. “Just the front yard.”

Donna, looking out the far side of the car, could see little except the front of the fence and the ticket booth. “I guess I’ll get out,” she said.

“Me too.”

“Okay.”

They shut the doors silently and met in front of the car. Their tennis shoes were quiet on the sidewalk. At the corner of the hardware store, they came to the wrought-iron fence.

Between the wall and the fence, a narrow walkway ran to the rear of the hardware store. A low picket gate blocked entry. Donna opened it, and they stepped into the gap. Close to the store wall, she felt well hidden from the street.

Sandy took hold of her hand.

Across the lawn, Beast House stood silent. Its board siding, washed by moonlight, looked as pale and dead as driftwood. Where overhangs and balconies dropped shadows, the black made caverns deep into the house.

Donna looked at the dark bay windows. She lifted her eyes to Lilly Thorn’s bedroom windows, then along the bone-gray wall to Maggie’s window, the one Larry had used for his escape so many years ago. In her mind, she could see the wax figure just inside, struggling to raise the window.

“What time is it?” Sandy whispered.

Donna tipped the face of her wristwatch to catch the moonlight. “Eleven-twenty.”

“They’re late.”

“That’s all right.”

“What if they don’t come out?”

“Fuckin’ shit!” Jud heard panic in Roy’s voice. “Holy fuckin’ shit, there’s someone coming! Guys? Damn it, you guys!”

Jud knelt, leaving space above him for Larry to see through the crack. Shifting the pistol to his left hand, he wiped his sweaty palm on a leg of his jeans. Then he pulled out his flashlight.

“Guys!” As if giving up on them, he muttered in a low voice, “Oh Jesus.”

Jud heard a stair creak.

“Hey, who are you? Huh? Can you help me? There’s these two guys, they tied me up. I mean, I’m not trespassing. I been kidnapped. Can you give me a…oh shit.
Oh shit!
GUYS!”

Jud heard soft, brittle laughter.

“Oh God.” Roy was starting to cry. “Oh God,
sweet Jesus!” He sobbed. “Oh Jesus, get it away! Get it away!”

Behind Jud, Larry moaned in horror.

Roy shrieked as the beast sprang. Its pounce seemed to knock out his wind, cutting his outcry short.

Jud shoved the door open. He aimed his flashlight. Flicked it on. The white, snarling thing on Roy’s back snapped its head around to look. Bleeding flesh hung from its teeth.

Behind him, Larry screamed.

Before he could raise his automatic, Larry shoved him. He tumbled into the corridor. Larry, still screaming, leaped over him. Jud raised his flashlight. He shined it into the slitted eyes of the beast as Larry rushed it. He saw Larry swing. Saw the machete flash. Heard the thud of it and saw the white, hairless head tumble into the darkness. Blood spouted from the neck stump. The torso flopped onto Roy’s back. Jud heard the muffled thumps of the head dropping from one stair to the next.

“I killed it,” Larry whispered.

Jud got to his knees.

“I killed it. Dead!” Larry swung the machete down like an ax, chopping into the dead creature’s back. “Dead!” He hacked it again. “Dead dead dead!” After each word, he struck.

“Larry,” Jud said softly, standing up.

“I killed it!”

“Larry, we’re done in here. Let’s get out…” Behind him, Jud heard a savage snarl. He whirled.
His flashlight reached up the attic staircase. The door at the top stood open. He dropped his beam to the massive, white back of a creature plunging down the stairs.

He snapped the trigger. His Colt roared, flashing as it bucked. A howl tore his ears. The beast took him backward, slamming him to the hallway floor. He jammed the gun muzzle against its side and shot. Another screaming howl. Then the weight was off him. He rolled to his stomach. The flashlight was still in his left hand. He found the white thing lunging at Larry, though two holes in its back poured blood. Larry raised the machete high. A sweeping arm caught the side of his face and raked the skin off. The machete fell.

Dropping the flashlight, Jud pulled the knife he’d taken from Roy. He scurried forward. In the dark, he saw the dim figure of the beast swing around, clutching Larry. Jud sidestepped. As his foot passed through space, he knew that he’d overstepped the top of the stairway. He dropped his knife and tumbled into the darkness.

Donna listened, aghast, to the muffled outcries and gunshots coming from the house. She glanced down at Sandy. The girl stood transfixed, mouth gaping. At the crash of glass, she swung her eyes to the house in time to see a window of
Maggie’s bedroom explode as a body burst through it, head first.

No, not a body. The wax figure of Larry Maywood.

But it’s screaming!

Moonlight glowed on the white hair of the plunging man. Another figure tumbled through the window. She watched it spin, its arms and legs frozen, and knew this one was only wax. Larry’s scream stopped with the first thud of impact.

Without a word, Donna shoved open the low wooden gate and pulled Sandy behind her to the car. “Inside. Get inside.”

“But Mom!”

“Do it!”

As Sandy got into the car, Donna hurried to the rear. She opened the trunk. Leaning in, she pulled a road flare out of its wrapper. She stuffed it into her rear pocket. Then she unzipped a leather case and slipped out Jud’s rifle. She slammed the trunk lid. Pushing the rifle bolt forward, she watched a long, pointed cartridge slide into the chamber. She forced the bolt down and rushed to Sandy’s window.

“Keep the doors locked and windows up till I get back.”

The girl gazed as if her mind were far away, but she locked the door and began rolling up her window.

Donna ran for the ticket booth.

Halfway down the stairs, where Jud lay clutching a baluster, he heard the smash of glass and Larry’s scream. Jud started climbing. The white creature appeared above him. It leaped. He fired once, point blank, before the claws hit his hand and tore the gun away. With an anguished screech, the creature shoved past Jud. It staggered down the stairs. Leaning over the bannister, Jud saw its pale shape moving toward the kitchen.

He hurried to the top of the stairs. Patting the floor near the bodies of Roy and the first beast, he found his flashlight. He turned it on. By its light, he found Larry’s machete. He ran up the corridor to Maggie’s bedroom. His light showed a broken window beyond the toppled, papier-mâché screen. Then it picked up a headless torso. He was crouching over the body when he realized it was only the wax figure of Tom Bagley, Larry’s boyhood friend.

Jud ran to the window and looked down. Two sprawled bodies on the ground. A woman kneeling by one.

Donna.

“Is he alive?”

Donna’s face tilted up. “Jud, are you okay?”