Каарон Уоррен - The Best Horror of the Year Volume Ten
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- Название:The Best Horror of the Year Volume Ten
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- Издательство:Night Shade Books
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- Год:2018
- Город:New York
- ISBN:978-1-5107-1667-4
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“What are you doing?” Sarah says.
“Wait,” Kristi says. The screen rocks wildly as she crawls through the passage.
“Hey!” George calls.
Kristi emerges into a larger space. Curved walls expand to a wider exit. The camera scans the floor, which is strewn with an assortment of stones. A rough path pushes through them. “Guys!” Kristi shouts.
The film jumps to Priya scrambling out of the tunnel. Chad helps her to her feet. To the left, George says, “Is everyone sure about this?”
“No,” Chad says.
“I don’t know,” Priya says.
“Do you want to abandon Isabelle down here,” Kristi says, “in the dark?”
“It’s worth checking out,” Sarah says. “We’ll go a little way. If we don’t see any sign of her, we’ll turn around.”
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Priya says.
“When we find Isabelle,” Sarah says, “we’ll ask her.”
Another cut, and the crew is standing in blackness that extends beyond the limits of their flashlights. Ceiling, walls are out of view; only the rock on which they’re standing is visible. Chad and Kristi shout, “Hello!” and, “Isabelle!” but any echo is at best faint. “Where are we?” Priya says. No one answers.
In the following scene, an object shines in the distance, on the very right edge of the screen. “Hey,” Kristi says, turning the camera to center the thing, “look.” The rest of the crew’s lights converge on it.
“What…?” Priya says.
“It looks like a tooth,” Sarah says.
“It’s a stalagmite,” George says. “Or stalactite. I get the two confused. Either way, it isn’t a tooth.”
“It’s not a stalagmite,” Chad says. “The surface texture’s wrong. Besides, you usually find stalagmites and stalactites in pairs, groups, even. Where are the others?”
“So what is it, Mr. Geologist?” George says.
“It’s a rock,” Kristi says.
It is; though both Sarah and George’s identifications are understandable. Composed of some type of white, pearlescent mineral, it stands upright, three and a half, four feet tall, tapering from a narrow base to a flattened top the width of a tea saucer. Halfway down it, there’s a decoration, which, when the camera zooms in on it, resolves into a picture. Executed in what might be charcoal, it’s a face, the features rendered simply, crudely. In the scribble of black hair, the black hole of the left eye, it isn’t hard to recognize the repetition of the portrait near the mine’s entrance. “What the fuck?” Kristi says.
“What is this?” Priya says. “What is happening here?”
“Um,” Chad says. The view draws back from the face to show Chad standing beside the stone, in the process of picking up something from its flattened top. Frowning, he raises a thin, shriveled item to view. “I think this is a finger.”
“Jesus Christ,” Kristi says. “Are you sure?”
“No,” he says, replacing the digit gingerly, as if it might shatter.
“What the hell is this?” George says.
“We need to leave,” Priya says. “Right now, we need to leave.”
“I think she might be right,” Kristi says.
“Just a little further,” Sarah says. “Please. I know this is—this is scary, I know. But please… We can’t leave Isabelle here. Please.”
“What makes you think she’s even in this place?” George says.
“I do not want to be here anymore,” Priya says. “We have to leave.”
“Sarah,” Kristi says.
Without another word, Sarah walks past the strange rock in the direction the crew was heading, her flashlight spreading its beam across the floor in front of her.
“Hey!” Kristi says.
“What is she doing?” Chad says.
“Making a command decision,” George says.
“Are we going to follow her?” Chad says.
“What choice do we have?” Kristi says. “We already lost Isabelle.” The camera moves after Sarah.
From behind, Priya says, “This is so unfair.”
After the next cut, the screen shows Sarah a half-dozen steps in front of the crew, trailing her light through blackness. “Sarah,” Kristi says. “Wait up.” The others join her in calling Sarah’s name, urging her to slow down. “Come on!” Priya says.
When Sarah stops, it isn’t because of the requests directed at her. Her light slides over the cave floor to her left, illuminating a low line of dark rocks. As she changes direction towards it, so do the others, aiming their lights at her destination. “What now?” George says.
Less than a foot tall, the line is composed of stones fist-sized and smaller. They’re black, porous, distinct from the rock on which they’re arranged. At either end, the row connects to a shorter line of the same rock, each of which joins another longer row of rocks, forming a rectangle the dimensions of a large door. The space within it sparkles and flashes in the lights. Chad kneels and reaches into the rectangle, towards the nearest piece of dazzle, only to snatch his hand back with a “Shit!”
“What is it?” Priya says.
“Glass,” Chad says, holding his fingers to display the blood welling from their tips. “It’s filled with broken glass.” He sticks his fingers into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Kristi says.
“What does this mean?” Priya says.
“Yeah, Sarah,” Kristi says, “what the fuck is this?”
“I—” Sarah starts, but George interrupts her: “Shh! Hear that?”
“What?” Kristi says.
“I do,” Priya says.
“What?” Chad says.
“Over here,” George says, waving his light at the blackness on the far side of the stone rectangle. “Listen.”
Everyone falls silent. From what seems a long way away, a faint groan is audible.
“Is that Isabelle?” Chad says.
“Who else would it be?” Kristi says. “Come on.” Now she takes the lead, skirting the edges of the stone design as she heads in the direction of the moaning. “Isabelle!” Kristi shouts. “We’re here!”
In the middle distance, the cave floor shimmers white. This is not the crystalline fracture of broken glass; rather, it’s the flat glow of light on liquid. “What the hell?” Kristi says. She is approaching the shore of a body of water, a lake, judging by the stillness of it surface. Given the limited range of the camera’s light, the lake’s margins are difficult to discern, which gives it the impression of size. This close to the water, the groaning has a curiously hollow quality. The camera swings right, left, and right again. “Isabelle!” Kristi shouts.
The rest of the crew catches up to her. Exclamations of surprise at the lake combine with calls to Isabelle. Flashlight beams chase one another across the water, roam the shore to either side. “Where…?” Kristi says.
“There,” Sarah says, pointing her flashlight to the right. At the very limit of the light’s reach, a pale figure stands in the water, a few feet out. Camera bouncing, the crew runs toward it.
Arms wrapped around herself, Isabelle Router stands in water ankle deep. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open to emit a wavering moan. Priya splashes into the lake, at Isabelle’s side in half a dozen high steps. When Priya touches her, Isabelle convulses, her groans breaking off. Her eyes remain closed. “It’s all right,” Priya says. “Isabelle, it’s all right. It’s me. It’s Priya. We’re here.”
“Priya?” Isabelle’s voice is a hoarse whisper.
“Yeah,” Priya says, “it’s me. Everyone’s here. We found you. It’s all right.”
Isabelle opens her eyes, lifts her hands against the lights.
“Isabelle,” Sarah says, “are you okay?”
“You’re here,” Isabelle says.
“We are,” Sarah says.
“What happened to you?” Kristi says.
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