Page 34 of Spice's Halloween
“Just a brick falling,” I explained logically. Bolt lightning flashed again. “Get a grip, Thunderbird. The dead don’t rise.”
“Yeah, so you say,” my brother said, his eyes wide on the door of the mausoleum.
In sheer disbelief, I watched as it slowly scraped open.
“This is not happening!” Aura yelled. A light flared inside the darkness, and we all stepped back.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
Moments later, Aura took to his heels with a yell as a withered arm appeared and groped the gate. Thunder and lightning lit the sky as Thunderbird ran after him. The grasping fingers gripped the gate and shook, and I yelped as it began to open slowly.
Then I shot after my brothers without a backward glance.
Scorch and Soul
“You sure we’re alone?” Soul asked.
“Yeah, why?” I replied.
“Bro, I keep hearing shit. It’s probably the fact it’s Halloween and playing on my mind,” Soul answered.
It was unlike Soul to be on edge, so I glanced up and listened. I’d not yet started the furnace, but I was making certain everything was ready to go.
I jumped as a door slammed somewhere. Soul and I swapped concerned looks, and Soul appeared worried.
“Let’s check,” I said.
Together, we left the furnace and walked up the flight of stairs. Somewhere in the building, a door banged, and we exchanged glances. There shouldn’t be anyone here. If it had been a member of the club, they’d have called out. Soul and I pulled our weapons and quietly strode down the corridor.
A low groan met our ears, but it didn’t sound right. It was eerie. Soul’s steps slowed.
“Should we call backup to investigate?” Soul suggested.
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you expecting a zombie?” I replied with a slight laugh.
Soul gazed past me and pointed.
Scornfully, I turned, and my mouth dropped open. Three bodies that had arrived today and had been put on ice waiting for cremation were stumbling around.
Soul made a strangled noise, and then his boots echoed loudly as he raced towards the exit.
As the walking dead twisted to face me, I wasn’t ashamed to say I was right on his heels.
Undertaker, Dare, Rook
“Did anyone see that light?” Dare inquired as she pointed towards the area of the graveyard where the trees became denser.
“What light?” Rook asked as I peered into the darkness.
“That one,” Dare replied, pointing, and this time, I caught sight of a light that flashed on and off.
“Shit, we’ve got intruders. We better chase them off,” I said.
We began walking quickly towards the light when a scream pierced the air. We stopped, and Dare turned to me with disbelief on her face.
“Was that Dynamo?”