Дмитрий Леонтьев – The evil will come for you (страница 2)

On the other end, he could hear her frustration with his words.

“I can’t explain because I don’t really know. She’s frightened about something. She begged me to come and see and take her away from there. She sounded worried, so I have to go,” he added.

After a brief pause, he continued, “Yeah, you’re right, but listen carefully. The strangest thing is that she told me half the town’s population disappeared last night.”

He nervously took a sip of coffee.

“Yes, and… well, I’m also worried about her. I’d better go over there and see how she is and look around. She mentioned some bright light. I didn’t quite understand what she meant,” he said anxiously.

“No, you don’t have to! I’m going to handle this myself. I’m leaving now and I plan to stay with her this evening. Don’t worry about me.”

He listened on the phone.

“Thanks, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’ll call you when I get there,” bye!” he said softly, almost whispering.

Ismat hung up the phone and, deep in thought, took the last sip of his coffee.

CHAPTER 3

It was already evening when Ismat was still driving on the highway toward the town.

Occasionally, he glanced to the right, where he noticed a picturesque view in the distance. He was navigating a winding mountain road, surrounded by several towering peaks capped with snow.

Sometimes, cars traveling in the opposite direction flashed their headlights, briefly illuminating his windshield.

“Light,” he murmured with a faint grin. “She says there’s something paranormal going on,” he remembered, his mind drifting to his mother.

His car approached a dark tunnel carved through one of the massive mountains.

As he drove through the tunnel, Ismat kept glancing at his watch. When it was nearing 8 p.m., he decided to call his mom.

Slowly, he shoved his right hand into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone.

“The subscriber you’re trying to reach is not currently available,” he heard over the phone.

He threw the phone onto the passenger seat and, gripping the steering wheel firmly, continued his way.

Inside the tunnel, a fog gradually enveloped his car. At first, it resembled a light, decompressed haze that slowly thickened into a dense mist.

Ismat made an effort to slow down. The tunnel felt empty and desolate. Despite the fog, he kept driving and soon noticed a faint light outside.

Finally, the car emerged from the tunnel. Ismat glanced at his mobile screen to check the signal strength.

Without hesitation, he grabbed the phone.

“Mother,” he found her name in the contacts and pressed the call button.

Her number was available. Ismat briefly glanced at the signal indicator, which flickered and then disappeared again. Looking back at the screen, he said softly, “I’m on my way, mommy!”

Ismat placed his mobile on the passenger seat. Usually, he enjoyed listening to the radio or music while driving, and this time was no exception.

He carefully adjusted the car’s player and then pressed the gas pedal down harder.

Approaching the town, Ismat checked his watch. Noticing it was already 9 p.m., he decided to call his mother again.

He reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed his phone.

“The connection is not available,” he read on the screen.

“Muck,” he muttered, commenting on the strange situation.

Finally, Ismat’s car approached the town. He consciously reduced his speed. It was already evening, and the roads in town looked deserted.

Despite this, as Ismat drove past houses with broken windows, he noticed that there was no one inside any of them.

CHAPTER 4

Amanda had been waiting for her son for a long time. In fact, right after he had promised to come over. She was in the darkened room, huddled on the couch, with only the dim glow of a single candle illuminating the space. She was terrified to make a sound. Several times she dared to dial Ismat’s number, but he was always out of reach. She was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall, the insistent tick-tock of the wall clock was the only sound in the oppressive silence.

After several hours in that position, she dozed off when a sound from outside the window startled her. At first, she thought she had heard it in a dream and tried to dismiss it. But something was definitely outside the window, making a strange rustling sound. Uncomprehendingly, Amanda lazily opened her eyes. When she recognized the noise, she shot closer to the wall and pulled the blanket over herself.

“Who’s there?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she sat on the couch with her knees drawn to her chest and her back pressed against the wall.

She was overwhelmed by fear, unable to scream as the impending dread tightened its grip, paralyzing her. Amanda sat, terrified to move, her breathing becoming rapid gasps.

“Who’s there?” she asked again, wondering if she was still dreaming.

Silence. Only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock broke the stillness.

She slowly lowered her feet to the floor, feeling the chilling cold beneath them. Amanda scrambled to the table and blew out the candle.

Another rustle pierced the silence.

Amanda began to breathe even faster, her fear mounting. The first thought that seized her was, "They've come to take me, like the others." She slowly crept to the window and stood before it. Her heart pounded with mounting dread, a fear compounded by the unsettling notion of an unseen presence.

Amanda carefully touched the curtain, then slowly began to pull it back. Outside, it was dark and silent. She sighed in momentary relief, but then a luminous, almost blinding light pierced the darkness and struck her eyes.

From that searing contact, she couldn't hold back a scream. With a piercing shriek, she stumbled backward, desperate to escape the room.

* * *

Amanda had no choice but to try to hide in another room. She closed the door, locked it, and sat down in the far corner.

At that moment, someone struck the entrance door with great force. Amanda was gripped by an indescribable fear and felt a sharp pain in her chest. Whoever was trying to break in clearly intended to force the door open.

The figure – or figures – outside touched the handle and tried to open the door. Amanda was shocked and began to wail. The handle rattled violently, as if someone was trying to break it down. Finally, she heard the door give way and someone enter the house.

* * *

It was an unimaginable fear. Amanda had never experienced anything like this before. The terror was something supernatural, especially since many people in the town had disappeared – vanished after encounters with a strange light. What was it? And what did it want from them?

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her teeth chattered. Dread overwhelmed her. Her consciousness began to fade as she sat almost motionless in the far corner of her bedroom, waiting for something dreadful – something incomprehensible, unfathomable, maybe even immeasurable.

The creak of wooden floorboards echoed outside the door. Someone was there. Someone was moving and stumbling toward her. It was definitely manlike, or at least humanoid.

At first, a hopeful thought crossed her mind:

“Ismat,” she thought, “he’s come to rescue me.”

But her hope vanished as the figure drew closer to her bedroom door. In the gap between the floor and the door stood something. The gap was illuminated by an eerie light. The creature emitted sounds unlike any human speech – it mooed like a beast.

Amanda pressed her palms tightly over her mouth, desperate not to let out a sound, worst of all – scream.

Her breathing quickened. Suddenly, she heard human footsteps outside again.

“Who’s there?” she shouted.

She clearly heard the steps approaching, but there was no human presence.

“Who is that?” she repeated, pounding on the floor. “What do you want from us?”

There was silence behind the door. Amanda was terrified. Someone touched the handle and tried to open the door. Shocked, she began to wail again. The handle rattled faster and louder, as if someone was trying to break in.

Finally, the door swung open. A bright light flooded the room, and Amanda could only make out a human silhouette.

“Noooooo!” she screamed.

Several shadows entered the bedroom and moved toward her.