Дмитрий Леонтьев – Don't trust anyone (страница 11)

“I buried your parents,” Robert answered with a schizophrenic smile on his face.

“What? What did you say?” Kevin asked trembling and shuttering from the dread.

“Don’t worry! I know a ritual for resurrection,” Robert answered and held his shovel firmly.

“What are you going to do?” Kevin shouted.

“I want to take you with me,” Robert uttered in a devilish voice and waved at him with his shovel.

“Muuuum!” Kevin yelled and closed his eyes.

* * * * * *

“Kevin! Kevin!” somebody woke him up.

Kevin opened his eyes and saw his mother who was standing in front of him looking perplexed.

“You had a nightmare,” she said and relieved sat down at the foot of his bed.

“I had a nightmare? But it looked so real,” Kevin said and wiped his forehead with his palm.

“You shouted so loudly. I’ve never heard you shout like that before and I don’t remember the last time you shouted in your sleep,” Linda said feeling his forehead.

“Am I sick?” Kevin asked.

“No! It’s not hot,” Linda calmed him down.

“Where is Max?” Kevin asked.

“Don’t worry, Max is fine. I saw him in the kitchen,” Linda answered.

“Max! Max!” Kevin called him loudly.

They both heard the dog running up the stairs. In a second Max was in his room.

“Hey, boy, come on!” Kevin talked to the dog.

Then Kevin got scared seeing red drops of liquid looking like blood on the dog’s muzzle.

“Mum! What happened?” he shouted hysterically.

“Max,” Linda sounded surprised. She took a closer look at his red muzzle.

“Oh, God!” Linda reacted and then added, “he must’ve broken a jar with tomato juice.” Immediately she got up and rushed to the kitchen.

“Oh, no,” Kevin said at last. “I should also watch fewer horror movies.” After that he took a deep breath of relief and flopped his head on the pillow.

CHAPTER 5

“Mum,” Kevin said in the evening.

“Yep,” Linda answered cooking something in the oven for dinner.

“Can I go for a scooter ride with Robert?” he asked hoping for mum’s permission.

“We‘ll be having dinner soon,” Linda answered not looking at her son.

“But I’ll be back soon and…,” Kevin began to explain.

“Why don’t you go tomorrow?” Linda interrupted him.

Instead of nagging his mother, Kevin only lowered to the floor his eyes full of sorrow and stayed quiet.

Only when his ears heard, “Ok, but don’t be late,” he instantly jumped up radiating happiness and gave his mum a hug.

“But what have you been doing the whole day?” she asked him looking right into his eyes.

“It was boiling hot all day but the evening is nice and cool,” at last Kevin found what to say. “But I promise you that I’ll be home soon”.

“Please, be careful! And tell me where you are going,” Linda enquired.

“To the cem…” Kevin began to say and immediately stopped barely saying the word “cemetery”.

“Where?” Linda asked again.

“To the center” Kevin replied relieved he had not spilled the beans to his mother.

“Oh, and I thought I heard ‘cemetery’?” she asked looking expectantly at the son.

“No!” Kevin shook his head energetically. “Of course, no,” he replied hoping his mother would not change her mind.

At that moment Kevin’s phone buzzed with a new message from Robert.

“Let’s meet at monument near school,” Kevin read to himself.

“Robert’s already waiting for me,” Kevin told his mother pointing at his phone.

“Take care,” Linda said ruffling his hair.

Kevin ran out of the kitchen and grabbed his backpack, which he had prepared and put near the entrance door.

From the yard, he headed straight to the garage where Fred was already waiting for him.

“What’s up?” Fred asked joyfully.

“Nothing much,” Kevin answered pulling his scooter out of the garage.

“Where are you going?” Fred kept asking curious about where his son was going.

“I’m going for a ride with Robert,” Kevin said and mounted his scooter.

“Take care,” Fred wished him echoing his wife.

* * * * * *

Approaching the place where they had arranged to meet Kevin could see Robert’s silhouette in the distance. He had come a few minutes earlier and was waiting for his friend impatiently.

In Robert’s scooter basket Kevin noticed had a matt black plastic bag.

“What’s that?” Kevin asked slowing down next to Robert.

“I can’t tell you. It is better to see once than to hear a hundred times,” Robert answered intriguing Kevin even more.

“Is something wrong?” Kevin asked again.

“It’s hard to tell yet,” Robert said mournfully and climbed on his scooter.

“So where are we going?” Kevin asked impatiently.

“We’re going to the ancient cemetery, which is rarely visited nowadays,” Robert said meaningfully. “It’s not far from here,” he added starting the scooter.

“You know people say you’re a freak? This fact sometimes scares me,” Kevin confessed still staring at the mysterious black bag. Robert did not answer.

Without further ado, they rode off into the darkness.

Kevin was following Robert deep in thoughts. He was a little worried about being close to a freak. On the other hand, he was already so captivated and excited to see something unusual and possibly fun. It was so tempting and a little scary at the same time. The only word “Resurrection” already evoked horrendous images.

And the last night’s nightmare would not leave his mind. It all looked so real. He could still clearly see Max’s muzzle covered in blood and it gave him goosebumps.