Horror Stories Part 4
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"The corner! Next to the stove!"
Colin looked around for something to sweep away the dust. He reached for the curtains, figured they might be worth something, and then found a closet on the other side of the room. There was a broom inside.
He gave b.u.t.ts the torch and swept slowly, trying not to stir up the motes. After a minute, he could make out a seam in the floorboards. The seam extended into a man-sized square, complete with a recessed iron latch.
When Colin pulled up on the handle, he was bathed in a foul odor a hundred times worse than anything on his grandparent's farm. The source of the feral smell.
And it was horrible.
Mixed in with the scent of beasts was decay; rotting, stinking, flesh. Colin knelt down, gagging. It took several minutes for the contractions to stop.
"There's a ladder." b.u.t.ts thrust the torch into the hole. His free hand covered his nose and mouth.
"How far down?" Colin managed.
"Not very. I can make out the bottom."
"Hey! You still down there!"
"Yes. But before you come down, you must prepare yourselves, gentlemen."
"Prepare ourselves? What for?"
"I am afraid my appearance may pose a bit of a shock. However, you must not be afraid. I promise I shall not hurt you."
b.u.t.ts eyed Colin, intense. "I'm getting seriously freaked out. Let's just nick the silver knocker and -"
"Give me the torch."
b.u.t.ts handed it over. Colin dropped the burning stick into the pa.s.sage, illuminating the floor.
A moan, sharp and strong, welled up from the hole.
"You okay down there, mate?"
"The light is painful. I have not born witness to light for a considerable amount of time."
b.u.t.ts dug a finger into his ear, scratching. "Bloke sure talks fancy."
"He won't for long." Colin sat on the floor, found the rungs with his feet, and began to descend.
The smell doubled with every step down; a viscous odor that had heat and weight and sat on Colin's tongue like a dead cat. In the flickering flame, Colin could make out the shape of the room. It was a root cellar, cold and foul. The dirt walls were rounded, and when Colin touched ground he sent plumes of dust into the air. He picked up the torch to locate the source of the voice. In the corner, standing next to the wall, was...
"Sweet Lord Jesus Christ!"
"I must not be much to look at."
That was the understatement of the century. The man, if he could be called that, was excruciatingly thin. His bare chest resembled a skeleton with a thin sheet of white skin wrapped tight around, and his waist was so reduced it had the breadth of Colin's thigh.
A pair of tattered trousers hung loosely on the unfortunate man's pelvis, and remnants of shoes clung to his feet, several filthy toes protruding through the leather.
And the face, the face! A hideous skull topped with limp, white hair, thin features stretched across cheekbones, eyes sunken deep into bulging sockets.
"Please, do not flee."
The old man held up a bony arm, the elbow k.n.o.bby and ball-shaped. Around his wrist coiled a heavy, rusted chain, leading to a ma.s.sive steel ball on the ground.
Colin squinted, then gasped. The chain wasn't going around this unfortunate's wrist; it went through the wrist, a thick link penetrating the flesh between the radius and ulna.
"Colin! You okay?"
b.u.t.ts's voice made Colin jump.
"Come on down, b.u.t.ts! I think I need you!"
"There is no need to be afraid. I will not bite. Even if I desired to do so."
The old man stretched his mouth open, exposing sticky, gray gums. Both the upper and lower teeth were gone.
"I knocked them out quite some time ago. I could not bear to be a threat to anyone. May I ask to whom I am addressing?"
"Eh?"
"What is your name, dear sir?"
Colin started to lie, then realized there was no point. He was going to snuff this poor sod, anyway.
"Colin. Colin Willoughby."
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Willoughby. Allow me. My name is Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, professor emeritus at Oxford University. Will you allow me one more question?"
Colin nodded. It was eerie, watching this man talk. His body was ravaged to the point of disbelief, but his manner was polite and even affable.
"What year of our Lord is this, Mr. Willoughby?"
"The year? It's nineteen sixty-five."
Van Helsing's lips quivered. His sad, sunken eyes went gla.s.sy.
"I have been down here longer than I have imagined. Tell me, pray do, the nosferatu; were they wiped out in the war?"
"What war? And what is a nosfer-whatever you said?"
"The war must have been many years ago. There were horrible, deafening explosions that shook the ground. I believe it went on for many months. I a.s.sumed it was a battle with the undead."
Was this crackpot talking about the bombing from WWII? He couldn't have been down here for that long. There was no food, no water...
"Mary, Mother of G.o.d!"
b.u.t.ts stepped off the ladder and crouched behind Colin. He held another torch, this one made from the broom they'd used to sweep the kitchen floor.
"Whom am I addressing now, good sir?"
"He's asking your name, b.u.t.ts."
"Oh. It's b.u.t.ts."
"Good evening to you, Mr. b.u.t.ts. Now if I may get an answer to my previous inquiry, Mr. Willoughby?"
"If you mean World War Two, the war was with Germany."
"I take it, because you both are speaking in our mother tongue, that Germany was defeated?"
"We kicked the krauts' a.r.s.es," b.u.t.ts said from behind Colin's shoulder.
"Very good, then. You also related that you do not recognize the term nosferatu?"
"Never heard of it."
"How about the term vampire?"
b.u.t.ts nodded, nudging Colin in the ribs with his elbow. "Yeah, we know about vampires, don't we Colin? They been in some great flickers."
"Flickers?"
"You know. Movie shows."
Van Helsing knitted his brow. His skin was so tight, it made the corners of his mouth draw upwards.
"So the nosferatu attend these movie shows?"
"Attend? Blimey, no. They're in the movies. Vampires are fake, old man. Everyone knows that. Dracula don't really exist."
"Dracula!" Van Helsing took a step forward, the chain tugging cruelly against his arm. "You know the name of the monster!"
"Everyone knows Dracula. Been in a million books and movies."
Van Helsing seemed lost for a moment, confused. Then a light flashed behind his black eyes.
"My memorandum," he whispered. "Someone must have published it."
"Eh?"
"These vampires... you say they do not exist?"
"They're imaginary, old man. Like faeries and dragons."
Van Helsing slumped against the wall. His arm jutted out to the side, chain stretched and jangling in protest. He gummed his lower lip, staring into the dirt floor.
"Then I must be the last one."
Colin was getting anxious. He needed some smack, and this old relic was wasting precious time. In Colin's pocket rested a boning knife he kept for protection. Colin'd never killed anybody before, but he figured he could manage. A quick poke-poke, and then they'd be on their way.
"I thought vampires had fangs." b.u.t.ts approached Van Helsing, his head c.o.c.ked to the side like a curious dog.
"I threw them in the dirt, about where you are presently standing. Knocked them out by ramming my mouth rather forcefully into this iron weight I am chained to."
"So you're really a vampire?"
Colin almost told b.u.t.ts to shut the h.e.l.l up, but decided it was smarter to keep the old man talking. He fingered the knife handle and took a casual step forward.
"Unfortunately, I am. After Seward and Morris destroyed the Monster, we thought there were no more. Foolish."
Van Helsing's eyes looked beyond Colin and b.u.t.ts.
"Morris pa.s.sed on. Jonathan and Mina named their son after him. Quincey. He was destined to be a great man of science; that was the sort of mind the boy had. Logical and quick to question. But on his sixth birthday, they came."
"Who came?" b.u.t.ts asked.
"Keep him talking," Colin thought. He took another step forward, the knife clutched tight.
"The vampiri. Unholy children of the fiend, Dracula. They found us. My wife, Dr. Seward, Jonathan, Mina... all slaughtered. But poor, dear Quincey, his fate proved even worse. They turned him."
"You mean, they bit him on the neck and made him a vampire?"
"Indeed they did, Mr. b.u.t.ts. I should have ended his torment, but he was so small. An innocent lamb. I decided that perhaps, with a combination of religion and science, I might be able to cure him."
b.u.t.ts squatted on his haunches, less than a yard from the old man. "I'll wager he's the one that got you, isn't he?"
Van Helsing nodded, glumly.
"I kept him down here. Performed my experiments during the day, while he slept. But one afternoon, distracted by a chemistry problem, I stayed too late, and he awoke from his undead slumber and administered the venom into my hand."
"Keep talking, old man," Colin whispered under his breath. He pulled the knife from his pocket and held it at his side, hidden up the sleeve of his coat.
"I developed the sickness. While drifting in and out of consciousness, I realized I was being tended to. Quincey, dear, innocent Quincey, had brought others of his kind back to my house."
"They the ones that chained you to the wall?"
"Indeed they did, Mr. b.u.t.ts. This is the ultimate punishment for one of their kind. Existing with this terrible, gnawing hunger, with no way to relieve the ache. The pain has been quite excruciating, throughout the years. Starvation combined with a sickening craving. Like narcotic withdrawal."
"We know what that's like," b.u.t.ts offered.
"I tried drinking my own blood, but it is sour and offers no relief. Occasionally, a small insect or rodent wanders into the cellar, and much as I try to resist it, the hunger forces me to commit horrible acts." Van Helsing shook his head. "Renfield would have been amused."
"So you been living on bugs and vermin all this time? You can't survive on that."
"That is my problem, Mr. b.u.t.ts. I do survive. As I am already dead, I shall exist forever unless extraordinary means are applied."
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