Garrett.
Now he did cry out, only this time in
pain. Everything seemed to go
green. It only lasted for a second, but
then violent purple and green spots exploded before his eyes. The light show was followed immediately by
the sensation of razor thin needles stabbing into his forehead.
Garrett.
You have to concentrate. I…don’t
have a lot of time.
The green flash
came again, followed on its heels by the searing pain, although now both seemed
to fade a little faster. He realized two
things; the voice was in his mind, and
it was not his own.
“Wh-a-at?” It was all he could manage.
Help me, Garrett. Please help me.
“Who…who are…” Then he managed to match the voice in his
mind with one in his memory.
“Melody? Mel, is that you?” He superimposed his memory of Melody’s shape
over the dark figure. It was a perfect
match. His terror fled, replaced by pure
joy. His wife had come home! He struggled to get out of the chair. “Oh God Mel, I’ve missed you so much!” Something pressed hard against his chest and
forced him back.
Garrett, find me. He’s…he’s eating me alive. Please, help me! The flash and the pain came
again, but now Garrett barely noticed.
He struggled against the unseen force that was holding him down.
“Melody,” he
gasped. “What’s happening?”
Oh God, he’s here. There was panic in the voice now, and
terror.
Find me, Garrett. Please, if you
ever loved me, find me! The scream
echoed through his mind, once again accompanied by both light and pain. He grabbed his head and screamed as
well. Through the hurricane of agony
came Melody’s final message. Gamble!
John…Gamble!
“MELODY!” His vision cleared and he looked toward the
door. The figure…Melody…was writhing in
agony. She jerked back and forth, held
in the invisible grip of something both powerful and terrible. Her arms were flung outward, as if she was
trying to grab the door to keep from being dragged away. Garrett lunged forward, struggling to get out
of the chair. “MELODY!" The force that was pinning him to his chair
pushed him back, hard. He wheezed,
trying to gulp in another breath.
“STAY.” This voice did not come from inside his head,
and it did not belong to Melody. It was
loud and male and vile. The picture on
the table went flying across the room.
It crashed into the wall, shattering both frame and glass.
“STAY.” Garrett had no choice. Whatever was holding him down was
relentless. He heard Melody scream
again, only this time she seemed impossibly far away.
“M-m-mel…” It was all he could manage. Incredibly the weight increased. It forced the air from his lungs. He did not have the strength to take another
breath.
“STAY.” He gagged.
He thrashed about in the chair, fighting to get free, but it was
useless.
“STAY.” He could not even scream as he tumbled into a
deep, dark sinkhole that led straight to oblivion.
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