They couldn’t repair the hole in the wall. She realized they’d really gone too far to turn back at this point. Fear that Big Daddy would return and discover what had been done, the hole in the plaster wall and the damaged doorknob, and he would make them suffer for their insolence and disobedience. A dull, hollow gong! reverberated in the air with every strike.The sound also seemed to reverberate in her bones, making her feel as if her skeletal frame was going to simply break apart and she’d collapse onto the floor, a collection of ivory shards in a loose sack of skin.Of course, she realized this was only the fear talking. Before He Wakes Chapter Twelve: Getting Through the DoorĬHAPTER TWELVE:Getting Through the DoorClare stood againstthe back wall, fingers plugging her ears, as Patrick used the already dented bucket to beat on the doorknob, denting the bucket even further.Theyhave sent twelve emails in four hours.Theyare here. Theypublished another Letter to the Editor in the Greenville Newsaccusing the police of ignoring leads. Theyhave been blasting the sheriff’s department on Facebook. Over the past few months, there had become only one theyreferred to in the office. “What is it, Sanchez?”After a slight hesitation, Sanchez said, “They’re back.”Now Hammett did roll his eyes. Still, it was what most of his officers called him and he had come to tolerate it, if not accept it. He hated the moniker “Chief.” It made him feel like he was one of the Village People. “Um, Chief?”Hammett forced himself not to roll his eyes. The man looked vaguely ill and a little nervous. One of the newer deputies, Sanchez, stuck his head in. Before He Wakes Chapter Eleven: SuspicionĬHAPTER ELEVEN: SuspicionSheriff Hammett lookedup at the knock at his office door.The branches reach out for him like sharp-tipped claws, scratching at his exposed skin, dr Knots and whirls in the bark look like grimacing faces. Monstrous in fact, thick and stretching to the heavens like redwoods. The trees seem to crowd closer together than he remembered, and they are larger. As the path rises up into the wooded area at the far end of the lake, he slows his pace, lips twisting down into a frown. Distantly he can even hear a robotic voice commencing a countdown. He notes with no real surprise that the clock tower by the lake has been replaced by a missile, long and phallic, smoke churning up from the bottom as it prepares to be launched. No sound interrupts the utter stillness even his shoes slapping the pavement are silent. The campus is utterly deserted, and no lights shine from any of the buildings. Before He Wakes Chapter Ten: NightmaresĬHAPTER TEN:NightmaresPatrick jogs around the lake just before dawn.
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