Дмитрий Леонтьев – Don't trust anyone (страница 4)

At last Jimmy reached the registration desk and what he saw there filled his heart with enormous dread. He started gasping. Whooping dread climbed up his spine. He felt terror gripping him from inside. His heart was beating faster and faster. His palms became wet with sweat. His body began trembling and shuddering.

Next to the registration desk, on a chair, was sitting that man whose head was covered with a sack. In his hand he was holding a big knife.

Jimmy thought that the town had become a big trap for him. Maybe these living demons were real? Maybe the legend about the ghosts of the dead miners had come true.

Jimmy backed off in horror. He noticed how the covered head of the scary man was following his movements. It slowly turned towards Jimmy. Jimmy felt danger coming from the figure. It could assault him any second. But the figure remained sitting tilting his head and laughing at him. Gradually his laughter became more intense.

Suddenly Jimmy felt an urge to run away from the man. He turned around and caught sight of Mary turning the corner.

“Mary!” he yelled and rushed after her.

Jimmy ran past an abandoned building. With his peripheral vision he saw a little girl with a bag on her head standing behind a broken window.

But Jimmy did not stop he only dashed forward to catch up with Mary. In the window of the next shabby building was a man in a blue shirt whose head was also covered with a bag. He kept running looking around: everywhere there were figures of people. There were so many of them, he could not believe his eyes. Some of them went out of their houses and slowly followed him.

Jimmy kept moving, gasping for air. He approached the corner where Mary had turned off.

Soon Jimmy was also turning that corner. At the crossroads he saw Mary: she was standing in the middle of the street looking at him. On her head was the same brown sack he had already got used to seeing. He was so amazed that he did not notice all those people with covered heads behind him.

“Mary!” Jimmy shouted running up to her. “Is it a prank?” he asked grasping her by the shoulders.

But Mary was just standing there without uttering a word.

“What does this all mean?” he asked her in a trembling voice.

Slowly, with his left hand, his fingers trembling, Jimmy touched Mary’s head. Squeezed the bag.

“Mary!” he whispered.

Jimmy slowly began to pull the bag off her head and was about to look in her eyes when, all of a sudden, someone from behind put a bag on his head. He went blank.

CHAPTER 8

Two weeks passed. Billy had no idea where his friend could have got lost. He promised Billy to meet him here and Billy had been waiting for his phone call for quite some time already. Billy tried to call him but Jimmy’s phone was out of coverage area.

Afterwards Billy got a message from Jimmy asking for help. He wrote about his broken car and a flat tyre and also gave directions to where he had got stuck.

“Please, drive up here and help me out!” Jimmy wrote him.

Billy could not ignore his best friend’s request. Somewhere deep in his heart, he had a nasty feeling of something bad. He was afraid Jimmy had got into a bigger trouble as he had not returned a single phone call. Regardless his feeling, Billy decided not to call the police and first go into that town and try to look for his friend alone.

CHAPTER 9

Two days later, Billy was there. He approached the hotel and got scared of what he saw there. Near the entrance, was sitting a girl. She was playing with a doll without a head. Behind Billy, there was standing a young man holding a new sack at the ready. Billy would never recognize Jimmy in that man as his head was covered. As soon as Billy came up closer to the little girl wanting to ask her something, Jimmy put the bag on his head right from behind. Then, he went blank.

YOU WILL BE NEXT

CHAPTER 1

“Mom! Mommy!” Jack jubilated fleeing to his mother. “Look at this, I found it there!” he sounded excited.

A pretty young woman was standing in the yard of her house and hanging the freshly washed clothes on a clothesline. She had just hung one white shirt when he heard the lovely voice of her son. Immediately, she stepped out from behind the shirt to look at him.

“Mom! Mom!” he couldn’t calm down. “I found it in the river,” he said approaching her.

“What is it?” she asked him perplexed.

“I…When I was fishing in the river, it swam up directly to me and I caught it and seized,” he replied.

At first, the woman scowled peeping at what her son was holding then she stretched out her arm to take it and examine more closely.

“What an odd…” she wanted to comment, but her son interrupted her thoughts.

“Wasn’t I lucky?” he said cheerfully. “It swam up to me by itself,” he added and grabbed back his find.

The young woman looked at him and smiled.

“Maybe!” she uttered and continued hanging the clothes on the line.

• • • • • •

“Jack!” she said loudly calling her son to the kitchen to have dinner.

Suddenly she heard sounds coming from upstairs.

“Jack,” she called out loudly. “Come down here!”

Then she put a plate with fried food on the table and called again, “Jack! Come here!”

But nobody answered her.

“Did he fall asleep?” she thought.

“Jack! Where are you?” she asked again and decided to go upstairs to look for her son.

The young woman climbed up the stairs and went straight to her son’s bedroom where he was supposed to be.

She touched the handle but somebody pushed the door so hard from inside that she fell on the floor and hit her head against the wall.

She groaned feeling her brain fogging.

“Jack!” she managed to say in spite of severe headache. Touching her head with her palm she looked at the door. Somebody was in the doorway, but definitely not her son.

In front of her, roughly five steps away, stood a pale little boy. He was grinning. It seemed so unreal. How could such little boy alone trespass on her property and stand there absolutely shameless? Who is he and what does he want?”

“Who…Who are you?” she asked him cautiously rubbing her head with her palms. But the little boy, who was pale like death, was just standing and smiling maliciously, shaking his head as if saying “No, I won’t tell you!”

The woman stared at him for some more time as she was so surprised and hurt to move. Then she stood up and dared to move up to the strange boy to grab him by the neck and kick out of the house.

But while she was making the first step the little boy darted past her to the stairs and ran down to the first floor neighing unpleasantly.

“Jack!” she cried. “who was here with you?” she asked entering the bedroom.

Much to her surprise, the room was empty and totally quiet.

“Jack!” she cried out frightened.

In the middle of her son’s room was lying the find. The woman came closer to it and took it in her hands. She opened it and what she saw inside filled her body with stifling fear.

CHAPTER 2

Ten years later.

“Hey, Denny!” Charley said. “How long shall I wait for you?”

“Be patient and tolerant,” Denny answered through the window putting on his T-shirt, “You told me you should be here an hour later!”

“No, I did not! Come on, man, it’s already getting dark,” Charley uttered waving to him energetically with both hands.

“I’m ready,” said Denny and closed his window.

Charlie and Denny were classmates and on the first summer day of their vacation they were going to take a trip to one of the abandoned houses at the end of their street.

That house had been abandoned for approximately ten years and it did not enjoy a good reputation. According to rumors, there used to live an odd insane woman who had lost her son. Local policemen thought that she had killed him and hid his body so well that nobody could find it.

When interrogated, she kept mentioning about ‘a find’. This word invariably filled her eyes with fear and madness. That’s what the boys learned had learned from a local doctor. After several unsuccessful attempts to treat her with hypnosis and psychotherapy, she was sent to a madhouse.

Kids are naturally attracted to such sort of buildings.