It flung itself to the floor, began to frantically dig itself down with feet and fingers, throwing damp dirt backward upon Rhodes. The thing abruptly turned and, its eyes shielded and back bowed with a dowager's hump, scurried away from Rhodes down the tunnel. "Naughty, naughty boy" The thing sounded like a demented grandmother on speed. Now he heard someone running down there-shoes squishing on that shit in the tunnel-and then the choked thunder of Rhodes's voice: "Get me out" The rifle was flung up, but Rhodes held on to the flashlight. Vance had heard an old woman's shout, the sound of rifle fire, and a scream that had made the hairs on the back of his neck do the jitterbug. Put out that hot wand of hell and let's have us a tea party." The flashlight, Rhodes realized. "Where you goin', Colonel Matt Rhodes United States Air Force? Love thy neighbor as thyself. "You okay?" "You okay?" the awful voice in front of him mimicked. "Colonel?" It was Vance's voice, echoing through the tunnel from behind him. He couldn't move, and he feared that if he did break his legs loose from their terror lock and start running, whatever was down there would be on him before he could make it the sixty feet back to where Vance waited. "Naughty boy" the thing shrieked, throwing up one arm over its face and the other swinging viciously at Rhodes.
#Dark moonlight lady black and white cracked
There was a roar coming from the creature's mouth like air through a cracked steampipe. And again, and this time wrenched his arm away from her. He jammed the rifle barrel right up against the crook of the thing's elbow and pulled the trigger. Who's the guardian?" It was the question that Vance had told Rhodes the Dodge Creech creature had asked, and now the colonel knew for sure it was no crazy old lady down there in the dark. "God don't like naughty boys," the old woman's voice answered. He sensed a figure, standing just beyond the light. "I'm Colonel Matt Rhodes, United States Air Force" he said.
"Let me see you." "Hot hot hot" It occurred to him that it might really be an old woman, fallen down here and gone crazy in the darkness. "Praise the Lord" "Step into the light," Rhodes said.
After a few more seconds, it stopped in midphrase, and the silence descended again.Īnd the light caught something: a figure, jerking in and then out of the beam, way down at the far end of the tunnel. The singing had a metallic undertone, and it drifted past him like a half-remembered Sunday school song from a tinny record player.
A bead of sweat crawled into his eye and burned it like a torch. Why wasn't the thing still taunting him? Where the hell was it? He glanced over his shoulder, quickly shone the light behind him. If alien eyes had never been exposed to electric light before, then. The light was holding it at bay maybe something in the wavelength of electric light, he reasoned. The thing didn't speak again, and all Rhodes wanted to do was to get out of this tunnel, but he dared not turn his back and run. There was silence, except for a slow dripping noise. "God chews up liars and spits 'em out Who is it?" "I don't know," he said, and he began to back away again. He retreated, the light's beam spearing along the tunnel in front of him.
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