Michael Robertson - New Reality - Truth

“You think we’re hanging on?” Looking Jake up and down, Tom shook his head. “Besides, it’s only a house. I’ve seen plenty of houses in my time.”

“I’ve seen plenty of roast chickens, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t piss myself if we came across one right now.”

“That’s different, Jake.”

Without replying, Jake pulled his hair from his face and peered into the darkness. The chimney still smelt of smoke. “Imagine if we could see what was going on down there.”

“Jesus, Jake!” Jabbing an index finger against his temple, Tom stared at his friend. “Have you lost your fucking mind? If there’s anything down there, I really don’t want to see it. Seeing those … things once is enough for me.”

Every time Jake watched Tom retreat into the dark memory, anxious anticipation gnawed away at his insides. “I’ve not seen them yet.”

“You don’t want to.”

“Can’t I be the judge of that?”

“With all due respect, Jake, I’m not sure you can.” Turning his index finger against his chest, Tom poked himself. “I’ve seen them. I have the nightmares to prove it. This existence is hard enough without the thought of those things in your mind.”

Softening his tone, Jake moved closer to Tom. “Please, I need to see what’s following us. I need to be prepared for what may come. It’s worse not knowing. It’s like watching a horror film before you’ve seen the monster. That’s the scariest part. Besides, what if there’s food down there? Water maybe.”

Although the scarf covered his mouth, Jake could see Tom was chewing his lips. “There’s nothing down there but darkness and nightmares.”

“Dare to dream, Tom. They may manifest as something real one day.”

Looking around them, Tom lingered on the tower. “Dreams don’t exist here.”

“Dreams exist everywhere. In the darkest hours, dreams burn brighter than ever. Without dreams, we have nothing.”

“Without dreams, we have logic and well-realized plans. Hope only leads to disappointment.”

“Well, aren’t you cheery today?”

Pulling his shoulders back, Tom stood up to his full height. “Look, I don’t want to be here anymore, remember? I’m hanging on because of you—”

“And Rory.”

The fury left Tom and his eyes glazed. “I’m finding it hard to believe that Rory’s still about. I’m giving you this extra week, Jake.”

Wrapping Tom in a tight embrace, his hand aching again, Jake dropped his voice to a whisper. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Tom. I truly appreciate it. You’re right, I can’t know the impact that seeing the monsters has had on you, but please let me try and see them for myself. In a week’s time, I’ll be on my own, and I need to know what I’m up against.” Letting him go, Jake walked over to the chimney and peered down into the darkness again.

Scowling at Jake for a moment, his grey eyes still glazed, Tom then looked up at the sky.

“What are you doing, Tom?”

Scratching his chin, Tom continued staring at the clouds. “The sun is directly above us.”

Squinting as he looked up at the cloudy space, Jake shrugged. “How can you tell?”

“Find the darkest part of the sky on all four sides and you can roughly work out where the sun is. The change in light is subtle, but if you have any chance of seeing down the chimney, it’ll be now.”

Hunching down, Tom retrieved a piece of metal from the floor. It was no bigger than a sheet of paper. Dusting it off, he handed the shiny sheet to his friend. “Try this. Although I think you’ll be disappointed. The house probably caved in years ago.”

Gripping the cold metal tightly, pain tearing through his damaged hand as he tried to prevent the wind from ripping it from his clutches, Jake nodded. “Thank you. You’re a genius.”

Dropping the metal down the chimney, Jake watched it fall, turning over like an autumn leaf before hitting the ground with a light clang. It landed at the perfect angle, pointing into the darkness. Whooping Jake punched the air. When he looked up at Tom, he saw his friend staring at him and shaking his head.

“What?”

“You just dropped it in there!”

“And?”

“You could have tried to place it.”

Standing back, Jake pointed down the chimney. “But it worked perfectly. Look.”

Tom shook his head again. “No thanks.”

Leaning over the chimney, his heart galloping, Jake drew a deep breath. “Hello?”

As his voice dived down into the darkness, Jake tensed in anticipation of a reply.

There was none.

When he looked up at Tom, the big man pointed in the direction they were heading. “Right, there’s nothing there. Can we go now?”

Dropping his shoulders, Jake was just about to move on when he heard a scrabbling noise coming from the bottom of the chimney. When he looked over to see Tom’s face, his eyes wide, he assumed that he’d heard it too.

The noise of her shifting where she sat went off like a bomb in the silence. Remaining perfectly still, she held her breath and watched on.

Staring at the makeshift mirror, she couldn’t see a thing. Squinting, she looked harder and moved forwards slightly.

Blinking against the burn in her eyes, she sat and waited. Jake was going to look down again. He was going to find out what was below. He couldn’t resist it.

Focusing on the chimney, Jake heard Tom growl. “Don’t, Jake. Don’t be stupid.”

The scrabbling turned into a clicking like bony fingers tapping on glass.

“Jake! What are you doing?”

Stepping towards the noise, his body tense, his stomach tight, Jake peered in.

Swallowing a gulp of the smoke-scented air, Jake jumped when the darkness shifted.

Seconds later, there was a long and slow scratching sound that ran goose bumps down his spine. It was the same scratch that had tormented him beneath the gravestone.

“Come on, Jake, you don’t need to see this, let’s go.”

But Jake couldn’t move. Pushing his face so far into the chimney he could taste the old fires, Jake listened for anything other than his quickening breath in the cavernous space. Shifting to the side, he let more of the overhead light in so he could see better.

Despite the tiredness and pain, his twitching legs were preparing to run. But only after he’d seen what was down there. Watching the darkness in the reflective metal, Jake shivered from the adrenaline running through him.

A scream, high-pitched and tormented, swelled at the bottom before flying up the chimney. Pulling his head away, Jake stumbled backwards as if the sound had dealt him a physical blow.

Falling to the floor, his bony bottom landed on the jagged ground with a nauseating crack.

Jake forgot himself and tried to push off the floor with his damaged hand, searing pain tearing through his palm.

Taking deep breaths, he used his good left hand to get upright.

Moving with a stilted gait because of his aching coccyx, Jake glanced at Tom.

Although the tall man shook his head at him, Jake ignored his warning and looked into the chimney again.

The scrabbling sounds were now accompanied by throaty breaths. Deep and resonating in the cavernous space below, they were the sound of a large beast.

Shuddering, Jake remained where he was. He had to see what was down there. When else would he get the chance?

Clearing his throat sent an echo into the house below. “Hello?”

Silence.

Drawing a breath to speak again, Jake suddenly froze as the reflected shadows at the bottom of the chimney shifted. A pebble skipped across a stone floor followed by a glass bottle falling over.