Part 7 (2/2)

”So powerful is this antipathy that these hostile ent.i.ties cannot approach a person or pa.s.s a pa.s.sage so guarded. There are other forms of deterrents against some of the other discarnate ent.i.ties: pentagons, Druid circles, etc., and even the holy water of the church. Don't ask me why or how a” perhaps it has something to do with molecular vibrations. Let us be glad, for the present that we know of this deterrent. And let each of you go to bed now with a poker or a stove lid or whatever you fancy as an amulet, which I a.s.sure you will be ample to protect a normal healthy person who does not contrive to establish some special line of contact which may counteract the deterrent. In the case of the sick man I have taken the extra precaution of guarding even the door.

”Now the rest' of you go to bed and stay in your rooms. If you're nervous, you may sleep all in one room. Dr. Terry and I will sit up and prowl around a bit. If you hear a noise it will be we doing night watchman. You can sleep in perfect security, unless you commit some piece of astounding foolishness which will open an unguarded avenue of contact. And one more thing: warn your brother, even if he should feel well enough, not in any circ.u.mstances to leave his room. Good night; and sleep well a” if you can.”

Hesitant and unwilling the family went upstairs, huddled together, fearful of every new sound, every old shadow, not knowing how this horror that had come into the house might manifest itself; hating to go, but worn out by fatigue engendered of extreme terror.

”I'll bet they sleep all in one room like sardines,” commented the doctor with an attempt at a humor which he was too worried to make genuine. Terry caught the note of anxiety and asked: ”Was that all the straight dope? I mean about elementals and so on? And iron? Sounds kind of foolish.”

The doctor's face was sober, the irises of his indeterminate eyes so pale that they were almost invisible in the artificial light.

”You never listened to a less foolish thing, my boy. It sounds so to you only because you have been bred in the school of modern materialism. What? Is it reasonable to maintain that we have during the last thin fringe of years on humanity's history obliterated what has been known to humanity ever since the first anthropoid hid his head under his hairy arms in terror? We have but pushed these things a little farther away; we have become less sensitive than our forefathers. And, having become less sensitive, we naturally do not inadvertently tune in on any other set of vibrations; and so we proclaim loudly that no such things exist. But we are beginning to learn again; and if you have followed the trend you will surely have noticed that many of our leading men of science, of thought, of letters, have admitted their belief in things which science and religion have tried to deny.”

Terry was impressed with the truth of his friend's statement. The possibilities thus opened up made him uneasy.

”Well, er a” er, this a” this elemental thing,” he said uneasily, ”can it do anything?”

”It can do” a” the indeterminate eyes were far-away pinpoints a” ”it can do anything, everything. Having once broken into our sphere, our plane, our wave length a” call it what you will a” its malignant potentiality is measured only by the amount of force it can draw from its human source of supply. And remember a” here is the danger of these things a” the measure is not on a par ratio. It doesn't mean that such a malignant ent.i.ty, drawing a few ounces of energy from a sick man, can exert only those few ounces. In some manner which we do not understand, all the discarnate intelligences know how to step-up an almost infinitesimal amount of human energy to many hundreds percent of power; as for instance the 'spirits' that move heavy tables, perform levitation and so on. A malignant spirit can use that power as a deadly, destructive force.”

”But, good Lord,” burst out Terry, ”why should the thing be malignant? Why, if it has broken through, got into tune with human vibrations, why should it want to destroy humans who have never done it any harm?”

The doctor did not reply at once. He was listening, alert and taut.

”Do these people keep a dog, do you know, Jimmy? Would that be it snuffling outside the door?”

But the noise, if there had been any, had ceased. The silence was sepulchral. The doctor relaxed and took up the last question.

”Why should it want to destroy life? That's something of a poser. I might say, how do I know? But I have a theory. Remember I said that elementals belonged to one of the least intelligent groups of discarnate ent.i.ties. Now, the lower one goes in the scale of human intelligence, the more prevalent does one find the superst.i.tion that by killing one's enemy one acquires the good qualities of that enemy, his strength or his valor or his speed or something. In the lowest scale we find cannibalism, which is, as so many leading ethnologists have demonstrated, not a taste for human flesh, but a ceremony, or ritual whereby the eater absorbs the strength of the victim. And I suppose you know, incidentally, that militant modern atheists, maintain that the holy communion is no other than a symbol of that very prevalent idea. An unintelligent elemental, thena””

The doctor suddenly gripped his friend's arm. A creak had sounded on the stairs. In the tense silence both men fancied they could detect a soft, sliding scuffle in that direction. With uncontrollable horror Terry's heart came up to his throat. In one panther bound the doctor reached the door and tore it open. Then he swore in baffled irritation.

”d.a.m.nation! Pitch dark! Where in thunder are these hall lights?”

Through the open door Terry could hear distinctly scurrying steps on the first landing. In sudden access of horror at being left alone he leaped from his chair to follow his friend, and b.u.mped into him at the door.

Dr. Muncing, cursing his luck in a most plebeian manner, noted his expression and became immediately the scientist again.

”What's this, what's this? This won't do. Scare leaves you vulnerable. Now let me psychoa.n.a.lyze you and eliminate that. Sit down and get this; it's quite simple and quite necessary before we start out chasing this thing. You feel afraid for two reasons. The first is psychological. Our forebears knew that certain aspects of the supernatural were genuinely fearsome. Unable to differentiate, the superst.i.tion grew amongst the laity that all aspects were to be feared, just as most people fear all snakes, though only six percent of them are poisonous. You have inherited both fear and superst.i.tion. Secondly, in this particular case, you sense the hostility of this thing and its potential power for destruction. Therefore, you are afraid.”

Under the doctor's cold logic, his friend was able to regain at least a grip on his emotions. With a rather strained smile he said: ”That's pretty thin comfort when even you admit its power for destruction.”

”Potential, I said.” ”Don't forget, potential,” urged the doctor. ”Its power is capable of becoming enormous. Up to the present it has not been able to absorb very much energy. It evaded us just now instead of attacking us, and we have shut off its source of supply. Remember, too, its manifestation of itself must be physical. It may claw your hair in the dark; perhaps push you over the banisters if it gets a chance; but it can't sear your brain and blast your soul. It has drawn to itself sufficient physical energy to make itself heard; that means to be felt, and possibly to be seen. It has materialized; it cannot suddenly fade through walls and doors.”

”To be seen?” said Terry in awestruck tones. ”Good gosh, what does a tangible hate look like?”

The doctor nodded. ”Well put, Timmy; very well expressed. A tangible hate is just what this thing is. And since it is inherently a formless ent.i.ty, a shape in the dark, manifesting itself by drawing upon human energy, it will probably look like some gross distortion of human form. Just malignant eyes, maybe; or clutching hands; or perhaps something more complete. Its object will be to skulk about the house seeking for an opening to absorb more energy to itself. Ours must be to rout it out.”

Mentally Terry was convinced. He could not fail to be, after that lucid exposition of exactly what they were up against. But physically the fine hair still rose on his spine. Shapeless things that could hate and could lurk in dark corners to trip one up on the stairs were sufficient reason for the very acme of human fear. However he stood up.

”I'm with you,” he said shortly. ”Go ahead.”

The doctor held out his hand. ”Stout fellow. I knew you would, of course; and I brought this along for you as being quite the best weapon for this sort of a job. A blackjack in hand is a strong psychological bracer and, it has the virtue of being iron.”

Terry took the weighty little thing with a feeling of vast security, which was instantly dispelled by the doctor's next words.

”I suppose,” said Terry, ”that on account of the iron the thing can't approach one.”

”Don't fool yourself,” said the other. ”Iron is a deterrent. Not an absolute talisman in every case. We are going after this thing; we are inviting contact. Well, just as a savage dog may attack a man who is going after it with a club; so our desperate elemental, if it sees a chance, may a” well, I don't know what it can do yet. Stick close, that's all.”

Together the two men went up the stairs and stood in the upper hall. Four bedrooms and a bathroom opened off this. Two of the rooms, they knew to be occupied. The other doors stood similarly closed.

”We've got to try the rooms,” the doctor whispered. ”It probably can, if necessary, open an unlocked door; though I doubt whether it would turn an iron key.”

Firmly, without hesitation, he opened one of the doors and stepped into the room. Terry marveled at the action; the man's cold nerve was incredible. The doctor switched on the light. Nothing was to be seen, nothing heard, nothing felt.

”We'd sense it if it were here,” said the doctor as coolly as though hunting for nothing more tangible than an odor of escaping gas. ”It must be in the other empty room. Come on.”

He threw the door of that room wide open and stood, shoulder to shoulder with Terry, on the threshold. But there was nothing; no sound; no sensation.

”Queer,” muttered the doctor. ”It came up the stairs. It would hardly go into the bathroom, with an iron tub in it a” though, G.o.d knows, maybe cast iron molecules don't repel like hand-wrought metal.”

The bathroom drew blank. The two men looked at each other, and now Terry was able to grin. This matter of hunting for a presence that evaded them was not nearly so fearsome as his imagination had conjured up. The doctor's eyes narrowed to slits as he stood in thought.

”Another example,” he murmured, ”of the many truths in the Bible about the occult. Face the devil and he will fly from you, eh? I wonder where the devil this devil can be?”

As though in immediate answer came the rasping sounds of a dry grating cough.

Instinctively both men's heads flew round to face the sick man's door. But that remained undisturbed; the patient seemed to be sleeping soundly. Suddenly the doctor gripped his friend's arm and pointed-up to the ceiling.

”From the, attic. See that trapdoor. It has taken on the cough with the vital energy it has been drawing from the sick man. I guess there'll be no lights up there. I'll go and get my flashlight. You stay here and guard the stairs. Then you can give me a boost up.”

The doctor was becoming more incredible every minute.

”You mean to say you propose to stick your head up through there?”

The doctor nodded soberly; his eyes were now black beads.

”It's quite necessary. You see, we've got to chase this thing out of this house while it is still weak, and then protect all entrances. Then, if it cannot quickly establish a contact with some other sick and non-resistant source of energy it must go back to where it came from. Without a constant replenishment of human energy it can't keep up the human vibrations. That's the importance of shutting it out while it is still too weak to break through anybody else's resistance somewhere else. It's quite simple, isn't it? You sit tight and play cat over the mouse hole. I'll be right up again.”

Cat-like himself, the doctor ran down the steps. Terry felt chilled despite the fact that the hall was well lighted and he was armed. But that black square up there a” if any cover belonged over it, it had been removed. The hole gaped dark, forbidding; and somewhere beyond it in the misty gloom a formless thing coughed consumptively. Terry, gazing at the hole in fascinated horror, imagined for himself a sudden framing of baleful eyes, a reaching down of a long taloned-claw.

It grew to a horror, staring at that black opening, as into an evil world beyond. The effort of concentration became intolerable. Terry felt that he could not for the life of him hold his stare; he had to relieve himself of that tension or he would scream. He felt that cry welling up in his throat and the chill rising of hair on his scalp. He let his eyes drop and took a long breath to recover the control that was slipping from him.

There came a sharp click from the direction of the electric switch, and the hall was in sudden blackness.

Terry stood frozen, the cry choked in his throat. He could not tell how long he remained transfixed. An age pa.s.sed in motionless fear of he did not know what. What had so diabolically and opportunely turned off the lights?

In the blackness a board creaked with awful deliberation. Terry could not tell where. His faculties refused to register. Only his wretched imagination a” or was it his imagination? a” conjured up a shadow, darker than the dark, poised on one grotesque foot like some monstrous misshaped carrion bird, watching him with a fell intentness. His pulse hammered at his temples for what seemed an eternity of horror. He computed time later by the fact that his eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim glow that came from the light downstairs.

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