Off-Beat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story written for a compilation planned by Kossettes Novellettes that was not completed.

Submitted: October 17, 2018

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Off-Beat

Jay Adams couldn’t think of a reasonable excuse to stop Frank, his patrol partner, from disappearing for a few hours. What he got up to, where he went, Jay did not want to know. Frank’s wife, Trixie, was a nice lady and he did not like the idea that the cop was cheating on her. Better not to know than to have to come up with some sort of cover story.

It was a quiet enough night so far, anyhow. He’d head outside of town, check the more isolated of the streets; he’d still be on his route but would be very unlikely to come up with any problems. Hell, there was hardly anyone living out there now. Most of the big old houses were empty, boarded up. By the time he got back to town Frank should be back, done, finished with whatever he was doing.

It was starting to get dark; the towering trees that lined a lot of the back roads only served to accentuate it. He flicked the switch for his headlights, when a flash from somewhere off to his right caught his attention and distracted him. Kind of creepy that, just at that moment, one of the front tyres blows out with a bang, making Jay lose control of the car altogether.

One moment he is driving along the tree-lined road, the next he finds the car ploughing through the grounds of the Barker House Mansion. He needs to get the thing to slow down but no matter how hard he pumps at that brake pedal, the speed of the vehicle is just refusing to decrease. The wall of the mansion brings the squad car to a juddering halt as it crashes in to it.

Dazed, Jay Adams sits there for a while. Somewhere in his mind, he knows that it would be safer to get out and check the damage, but for a while he feels unable to move. Finally, he grabs the door handle and is relieved when it opens and lets him stand up on firm ground.

There has always been something particularly creepy about the Barker House Mansion. It wasn’t deserted, or at least didn’t seem to be, but no one seemed quite sure of who it was that lived there. Probably, Jay thought, some rich guy who kept the place for just the occasional use; throwing parties or something. It certainly looked to be empty now though, he thought as he stared up at it’s dark facade. He wasn’t going to be receiving any help from that direction.

At least, he thought, he didn’t seem to be hurt. Jay Adams looked at the front of the car, trying to assess just how much damage had been caused by the impact. There was no over-powering smell of gasoline, and that had to be a good sign. Wearily he got the spare wheel, the changed it for the other. The whole thing looked to have just....exploded. He’d have to try and start the car, get it back, albeit slowly, to the station. Frank would just have to come up with his own cover story for once.

He turned the key in the ignition and was rewarded with a couple of splutters before the engine stopped trying. Jay decided he’d give it one more go. His radio had got smashed in the collision, so if he gave up on trying he’d have a long walk back to the station. This time, when he turned the key, there was a cough, a splutter and a belching out of thick black smoke. The squad car, it seemed, was not going to go anywhere.

Jay Adams went to unclip his seat belt then froze, mid-movement. What appeared to be a giant hand was emerging through the wall of the mansion. To call it a giant-sized hand was an understatement. Just a single finger of it was as big as Jay himself. Thinking he must have hit his head much harder than he had first thought, he watched as the hand reached out towards the squad car. Was it going to squash the vehicle with him inside?

Apparently not, for it actually grasped the car quite gently. Before he had a chance to let out even one sigh of relief, Jay Adams found himself rising high up in to the air, inside the car. He looked out of the window then shut his eyes as he felt the force, propelling both him and the squad car on a rapid course away from the mansion.

Turning the wheel had no effect on the steering. He could only hope that it didn’t start revolving during its.....flight! It was fairly obvious in which direction they were travelling; straight towards town. Jay shut his eyes, unable to force himself to look where they were heading, and braced himself for impact. He didn’t open his eyes until the shattering of plate-glass silenced.

Opening his eyes, Jay saw that they had landed way back inside the electrical goods store. There was no way he’d even try to get the car out of there. The front doors of the vehicle were not going to open, so he turned, climbed over the back of his seat and out of one of the rear doors. Strangely, the alarm of the store was not going off, so he made himself quietly step his way through the store.

The back of the showroom was quite dark, the illumination from the street didn’t reach that far back in to the store. When the television suddenly burst in to life, Jay was right beside it. Weirder and weirder things were happening to him this night.

He’d turn it off, then get the hell away from the place. But what he saw on the screen was so shocking, he could not bring himself to turn away. A baby, no more than six months old, was slowly and steadily being strangled. It looked real, as though it was truly happening in front of him, and he was powerless to put a stop to it. He needed to look away, had to make himself look away, for the sake of his own sanity. But he couldn’t.

That hand, the one that was taking away the life of the baby, it was human but not..... There was something wrong with the shape of it, nails like talons, fingers distorted, misshapen. It was the hand of a monster!

Jay could feel tears of helplessness roll down his face as he watched the life of that tiny human being disappear. Then, in a total act of callousness, the body was tossed aside. Whatever monster had committed the murder was moving round, turning, bending forward.....Jay did not wait to get a good look at its face but ran, flinging himself past washing machines, dish washers, stands of computers. All the time he could hear the monster that had stepped straight from the television screen chasing him, gaining on him.

Almost at the side-walk, he put on a burst of speed, just at the exact moment that the whole world seemed to go BOOM! For the second time, Jay Adams was flying through the air, hoping, praying that the monstrous pursuer was not up in the sky with him.

Clearly he was headed even further towards the center of town. He could feel the impact of his body on concrete, but, in fact, his landing turned out to be kind of padded. At least that was his initial impression. He became aware of passing voices, the sounds of moving traffic. Somehow he had managed to make it down alive.

The pain began gradually, becoming more extreme as he tried to move. His arms, his legs, even his neck seemed to be wrapped up with something. He clenched a fist and felt the flesh on his fingers tear. Barbed wire! What was that doing in the town-center? In fact, what was a bush doing there, too? He’d been patrolling for years and had never come across one before.

Jay Adams tried to tug at one of his restraints, not barbed wire this time but something soft, squishy, very tough. Intestines! The whole thing, the bush that he had landed in, was made of bodies, dead ones in varying states of decay. Some were almost still completely covered in flesh, and it was from these that the intestines crept their way from, like some kind of gory ivy. There were skeletons too, completely stripped of all flesh, muscle, tendon.

Absolutely awash in blood and gore, unseen and unheard by all passers-by, Officer Jay Adams finally gives in and begins to scream.

 

 

 

(1441 words)


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