Cages and Those Who Hold the Keys Part 42

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She jumped in the front seat of the ambulance and grabbed the mic from the radio unit, pressed down on the b.u.t.ton, and said, "h.e.l.lo? h.e.l.lo? Listen, I'm calling from inside the ambulance that was dispatched about ten minutes ago. There's been a wreck and-" Her thumb slipped off the b.u.t.ton. "-s.h.i.+t!"

The radio hissed and crackled, and buried somewhere in the noise she heard the sound of singing: "A goblin lives in OUR house, in OUR house, in OUR house..."

"h.e.l.lo!" she shouted into the mic once again.

"...goblin lives in OUR house, all the year 'round!"

Then Boots was there, grabbing her arm and pulling her from the ambulance. "C'mon, hon, let's get back in the car and get to a phone, okay? There's nothing we can do here."

She didn't so much guide as almost toss Marian toward the car. In moments both were in and doors were closed and Boots was turning around and then they were moving again.

Too much, Marian thought, pressing closed her eyes as if wis.h.i.+ng alone would make it all a dream. Too much, too fast, dearG.o.d make it slow down, make it stop, anything!

"Hang in there with me, hon," said Boots, reaching over and squeezing her hand. "We'll get through this somehow."

Marian opened her eyes as Boots tore around the next corner and accelerated.

Marian saw it first. The street was blocked, filled with dozens, maybe hundreds of people; children, adults, old folks, all of them carrying pumpkins that glowed with a deep, otherwordly light.

Boots jerked the steering wheel to the left and stood on the brake but it was too late; the car fishtailed over the curb, spun sideways, and smashed into a section of Cedar Hill Cemetery's iron gate, slamming Marian against the dashboard as the winds.h.i.+eld exploded.

It took less than five seconds.

Later-she had no idea how much later, but it was later, nonetheless-Marian pulled herself up and wiped the blood out of her eyes. A low pressure in the back of her head swam forward. She felt like she was going to pa.s.s out again. She hoped she didn't have a concussion.

Her door was wrenched open.

She turned and saw Jack Pumpkinhead.

And next to him, wearing her favorite old housecoat, his pumpkinhead wife.

Marian began tumbling back toward darkness.

"Everything's going to be fine," said Jack, reaching for her.

"Just fine," said Mom.

Then darkness took her.

7.

You still need to go back and cut off the corners to eliminate bulk!

"I'm so glad you came home."

Mom's voice. So near, so warm. For a moment, Marian thought she was back home in bed, eight years old again, with a fever. She grinned, hoping that Mom would fix her a cup of hot cocoa and read to her from her favorite book.

The touch of brittle twig-fingers against her cheek tore her from her reverie. She opened her eyes and saw, at first, only the bright harvest moon above, then a twig-finger touched her face again and a pumpkinhead eclipsed the moon.

"I missed you, hon," said the thing with her mother's voice.

Marian swallowed a shriek and kicked back, trying to get away. A sharp pain stabbed her in the ribs as something inside of her s.h.i.+fted. Her chest hitched and she fell backwards, realizing that some of her ribs were broken.

The Mom-thing was next to her then, cradling her head in dry branch-arms. "You'll be all better soon, hon. I promise."

"Get a-w-w-way from me."

The thing froze, then lowered its face. A thin trickle of blood ran out of its rounded, glowing eye. "I'm so sorry I made you ashamed of me," it said, its voice cracking just like Mom's used to. Before Marian could try to move again, Alan was next to the Mom-thing, laying a hand on its shoulder. He'd put his baseball cap back on.

"She's just scared, Mom, that's all. She loves you, she told me so. Isn't that right, Sis?" He looked at Marian with pleading in his eyes.

Marian said, "Where's Aunt Boots?"

Alan pointed toward the church. "She's over there, talking to Dad."

Boots, her blouse torn and bloodied, her hair matted with dark splotches, was standing next to Jack Pumpkinhead. He had one of his arms around her shoulders and was leading her toward one of the church's collapsed walls. Marian could see a staircase inside the church, through the rubble. Jack leaned over and covered Boots's lips with his crescent mouth, then sent her on her way.

Limping and shuddering, Boots began climbing the stairs which, Marian now saw, led to the exposed organ loft.

"Isn't that sweet?" said the Mom-thing. "He's gonna have her play a song for our anniversary." It leaned close to Marian, its breath the reek of rotting vegetables mixed with dirt. "I always used to kid your daddy about how I knew he was gonna forget our anniversary, but he never did. He's a charmer. And he invited the whole family, did you know that? What a thoughtful fellow."

"That's why you married me," said Jack Pumpkinhead, taking one of Mom-thing's hands and pulling her to her feet. Two corners of the Story Quilt were tied together under his neck, the rest of it flowing behind him like a grand cape. Jack pulled the Mom-thing toward an open patch in the cemetery. They stared at one another for a moment, then embraced. The brittle sound of wood sc.r.a.ping against wood filled the air. They pulled back, still looking at one another, as a low, deep, throbbing hum crept from the organ loft and unfurled over the cemetery; softly, at first, then steadily louder, the pained cacophony became progressively more structured and only slightly prettier as a tune struggled to break the surface of the chaos.

A tune that Marian recognized.

"The Anniversary Waltz."

Jack Pumpkinhead and the Mom-thing tossed back their heads and laughed the laughter of Marian's parents; younger, happier, stronger, a couple in love long before the world had beaten them down. They danced away, gliding and twirling through the tombstones. Mom-thing's housecoat flowed in the nightbreeze like the grandest and most elegant of gowns; Jack's Story-Quilt cape flew up and out like the wings of some giant, majestic nightbird. Their laughter cut through the whistling wind.

A black ma.s.s the size of a truck bled out from the ruins of the organ loft, then exploded into dozens of bats who squealed, screeched, and swooped down toward the dancers, not to attack, but to join in the celebration, encircling them in a fluttering wind-ballet that flowed up and down, round and round, rippling in time with the music.

Marian looked around, trying not to meet her brother's stare. The smashed heap that once had been Boots's car sat under a section of fallen gate. Someone must have seen the accident, so where in h.e.l.l were the police and ambulance and fire trucks?

"Everyone's already here," said Alan. "Look around."

The cemetery was filled with people, each standing at a grave, either alone or with others, holding their jack-o'-lanterns, looking at the headstone that bore the name of a lost loved one.

It was overpowering.

Though she could not say what exactly it was, Marian could nonetheless feel it all around her; above and under, in the air, in the trees and soil, in the beams of moonlight: thick, sentient, and all-powerful.

The music played on, the organ rasping, crackling, and singing.

Alan removed the stone bottle from his pocket and pulled out the cork. "Party time." He tilted the neck of the bottle and a thin slow stream of blood dribbled from it onto the soil of the cemetery. He emptied the bottle and then knelt down, using his hands to spread the blood right to left, forward and back, regulating the stream to flow. Marian could almost see the blood mixing down into the soil and mud beneath, blending in, spreading wider, then breaking through the last layer and staining the lids of all the coffins underneath.

The throbbing in Marian's ribs gave way to something stronger. At first she thought the pounding was only in her head but as she pulled herself to her feet she realized that the noise, the thumping- -dearG.o.d- -was coming from underneath the ground.

The little girl in her drew a picture of the dead beating their fists against the inside of their coffin lids.

(Let-Us-OUT!...Let-Us-OUT!) From the grave nearest her the pounding increased, its desperate strength spreading to the grave next to it, then to the next grave, then on and on across the grounds, the rhythmic beating of a thousand dead hearts becoming one.

Jack Pumpkinhead and the Mom-thing stopped dancing and began to stroll among the mourners, stopping to talk with each in turn. Only after they had been spoken to did the mourners move, kneeling at the foot of their chosen grave, taking the magic seeds given to them by Jack and burying them in the soil. Then each mourner placed their jack-o'-lantern atop the spot where they had buried their seeds.

The pounding grew frantic though no less rhythmic.

-thumpity-whump-thump!...(Let)...thumpity-whump-thump!...(Us)...thumpity-whump-thump...(OUT)!

Marian turned toward her brother. "W-what are they going to d-do?"

Alan, took her hands. "This is their night. The important thing is, we're here for Jack and the whole family tonight. This is the least we can do." He put his arm around her and began leading her toward the church.

Marian struggled to get free of him but any movement only doubled the pain in her ribs. After a few seconds more of futile struggle she slumped against her brother and let him guide her.

As the last jack-o'-lantern was placed atop the last grave, Alan set Marian by the sealed oak doors of the church, kissing her bloodied forehead and smiling.

"I love you, Sis. Please try to remember that. In the end, it's the only thing that counts, though f.u.c.k only knows why."

Marian pressed her back against the doors and said nothing as she let herself slide down onto her knees.

The mourners remained still, eyes fixed on Jack and his wife as they stood at the bottom of the church steps. After giving Marian one last look, Alan moved down to join them, leaving his sister in the shadows.

From the organ loft above came the powerful opening chords of "A Mighty Fortress Is Our G.o.d."

From the soil below came the answer of the dead.

-thumpity-whump-thump!...(Let)...thumpity-whump-thump!...(Us)...thumpity-whump-thump...(OUT)!

Marian thought she saw movement beneath the soil at one of the now-deserted graves. Her breath came up short as the pain in her body increased.

Children broke away from their parents and started building the bonfire, clapping their hands and squealing with joy. A few small flames at first, growing higher, then a whoos.h.!.+ as the fire roared to life, the children dancing in a circle as each tossed in more wood and branches. From the center of their dance came young, giggling voices: "Beasties on the doorstep, Phantoms in the air/Owls on witches' gateposts, Giving stare for stare/Jack-o'-lanterns grinning, Shadows on a screen/Shrieks and starts and laughter, This is Hallowe'en!"

The organ music rose beyond a scream, its music of praise becoming the howl of a wolf raging at the moon, shaking loose a few stones from over the doorway.

The moon seemed to move closer to the Earth, its light so brilliant and silver Marian winced.

And Jack said: "Ol' Jack Pumpkinhead lived on a vine ..."

The dancing children answered: "A goblin lives in OUR house, in OUR house, in OUR house ..."

"... Ol' Jack Pumpkinhead thought it was fine ..."

"... a goblin lives in OUR house, all the year round..."

-thumpity (Let)-whump (Us)-thump (OUT)!- Marian saw that she hadn't imagined it-something was moving under the graves...under the soil...s.h.i.+fting, rolling like small waves, rocking the jack-o'-lanterns back and forth as each mound rose and fell with ease.

It's breathing. The whole G.o.dd.a.m.n cemetery is breathing.

The bonfire grew higher and wider, its roar almost equal to that of the church organ, the flames spreading and raging, hissing and popping, scattering sparks that were caught by the nightbreeze and flung across the grounds.

"...First he was small and green," said Jack.

"...He b.u.mps and he jumps and he thumps around midnight..."

"...Then big and yellow..."

-thumpity (Let)-whump (Us)-thump (OUT)!- "...a goblin lives in OUR house, all the year round!"

"...Ol' Jack Pumpkinhead is a very fine fellow," all sang as one.

Marian struggled to stand again, letting the pain compel her, readying herself to make a run for it- -and the organ music grew even louder, tinged at the edges with a dark majesty that soon gave it richer form and deeper feeling as it began "Let There Be Peace On Earth"- -and Marian watched as a scene right out of her grainy childhood nightmares unfolded before her.

As the fiery sparks bounced against the soil, each grave split open and the thin, pale, rotted hands of its tenant reached up to touch the night air.

Marian felt her legs starting to buckle but she did not-would not-fall. She slowly pushed herself up, the pain pus.h.i.+ng her forward, moving along the smooth oak doors, covering her head as bits and pieces of stone and plaster fell from above, steady, old girl, steady, that's it, keep moving, no one's looking at you, they all think you're down for the count so don't you dare stop moving, that's good, just...a...little...farther...and...you...can...there! You can get through that gap in the gate and sneak back to the house, grab your car keys and drive away from here and- -Boots.

She couldn't leave Boots, not here, not now.

She looked over her shoulder and saw the hands from each grave grip the jack-o'-lantern left for them and pull it beneath the soil.

Then came the sounds of tearing and snapping.

She tried not to imagine what those sounds might mean.

She pushed away from the doors and edged herself over a section of crumbling wall into the ruins of the church, fell on her chest, and choked as the paroxysm of pain doubled her into a tight ball. She gulped down air and tried to stand, fell on her knees, rose again, half-crouching, and slowly struggled forward. The organ loft stairs were only a few yards away.

It was the longest trip of her life. Every movement seemed to jar something loose inside. Once, gripping the edge of a pew, she thought she felt a rib dislodge and puncture a lung.

Outside, the flames were growing so bright it looked like mid-afternoon. She caught glimpses of children running back and forth, carrying more twigs and dried leaves.

"Marian!" came her Jack's voice.

She turned, balancing herself against a marble holy water fountain, expecting to see him standing behind her.

Nothing.

So don't wait around, she warned herself, moving toward the stairs. Where she was finding the strength to do this, she didn't know. One slip and she'd collapse, she knew it, she'd fall and be poured from herself like water, all of her bones out of joint and clacking against one another as they were swept away in the stream of her fluids.

From the loft high above, the organ howled in ecstatic agony.

An owl perched atop a rotting crucifix spread its wings and soared past Marian. She gripped the railing and pulled herself onto the first stair.

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