Клайв Баркер – The Thief of Always (страница 8)
‘Oh that’s just the start,’ Wendell promised, and led Harvey to a large, musty room which had been filled with clothes of every description. Some were hung on hooks and coat-hangers. Some were in baskets, like actors’ costumes. Still more were heaped at the far end of the room on the dusty floor. And, half-hidden until Wendell cleared the way, was a sight that made Harvey gasp: a wall covered from floor to ceiling with masks.
‘Where did they all come from?’ Harvey said as he gaped at this spectacle.
‘Mr Hood collects them,’ Wendell explained. ‘And the clothes are just stuff that kids who visited here left behind.’
Harvey wasn’t interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they’d been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death-masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.
‘Take your pick,’ said Wendell. ‘There’s bound to be a vampire somewhere. Whatever I come in here wanting to find, I find it sooner or later.’
Harvey decided to leave the pleasure of choosing a mask until last, and concentrated instead on digging up something suitably bat-like to wear. As he worked through the piles of clothes he found himself wondering about the children who’d left them here. Though he’d always hated history lessons, he knew some of the jackets and shoes and shirts and belts had been out of fashion for many, many years. Where were their owners now? Dead, he presumed, or so old it made no difference.
The thought of these garments belonging to dead folk brought a little shudder to his spine, which was only right. This
After a few minutes of searching he found a long black coat with a collar he could turn up, which Wendell pronounced very vampiric. Well-satisfied with his choice, he went back to the wall of faces, and his eyes almost immediately alighted upon a mask he hadn’t previously seen, with the pallor and deep sockets of a soul just risen from the tomb. He took it down and put it on. It fitted perfectly.
‘What do I look like?’ Harvey asked, turning to face Wendell, who had found an executioner’s mask which fitted him just as well.
‘Ugly as sin.’
‘Good.’
THERE WAS A flickering family of pumpkin-heads lined up on the porch when they stepped outside, and the misty air smelt of wood-smoke.
‘Where do we go trick-or-treating?’ Harvey wanted to know. ‘Out in the street?’
‘No,’ said Wendell, ‘it’s not Hallowe’en out in the real world, remember? We’re going to go round the back of the House.’
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