Four Corners Dark: Horror Stories (14 page)

“I’m alright. We need the stones and remains,” Joseph said.

Donald gathered the stones and placed them into the tarp while the wisps of black vapor reorganized into a swirling mass.

“Hurry!” Joseph shouted struggling to climb the steps.

Donald tied the tarp and dragged it out the doorway behind Joseph.

“Close the door,” Donald yelled to Brenda.

Brenda closed the door just before a tremendous force struck it. The impact shattered the mirror sending shards of glass into the hallway. The wood behind the mirror was intact, but damaged, with wisps of black vapor pouring through the cracks. They all ran down the hallway and into the study.

“Make a circle, use the stones,” Joseph said pointing to the tarp.

Brenda and Donald placed the black stones around the wood floor of the study and climbed inside the circle with Joseph. The wound on his chest was fading away.

“Where is Abby and Ima?” Joseph asked.

Donald paused before answering. “They are both dead,” he said finally.

“That thing took hold of Abby and made her do terrible things,” Brenda said staring at the ground with tears in her eyes.

“We will see to them when this is over. I am sorry,” Joseph said.

“So, what now?” Brenda asked.

“We need to finish it,” Joseph answered.

The air in the study turned cold and a hard blow struck the door.

“It has found us, we must go now!” Joseph yelled. “Help me gather these up,” he said grabbing the circle of stones.

Joseph opened the closet door and pushed in the panel to the corridor behind it.

“This way,” Joseph said voice rising in fear.

They rushed through the corridor and out into the woods as the creature broke through the door and entered the study. The hail had turned into a cold pelting rain and the wind whipped through the trees. When they reached the ATV, Joseph slid across the wet vinyl seat and started the engine. Donald swung the tarp into the back then helped Brenda into the vehicle.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

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he wind ripped at the ATV’s canvas top and its headlights revealed downed trees scattered like matchsticks. Joseph accelerated onto the bridge as the creature wailed behind them. The bridge collapsed as they crossed, plunging their vehicle into the surging water. The ATV remained afloat, but spun wildly as Joseph fought to regain control.

“Hold on,” Joseph shouted above the storm.

Brenda tightened her grip on the roll bar and Donald wrapped his arm around the tarp. They shot through a narrow section of the river and slammed into a downed oak, ripping the hood off the vehicle. Rushing water filled the ATV and stalled the engine, and then the headlights dimmed and went out.

They passed the tributary to the lodge which was blocked with downed trees and debris. The current slowed and they were left spinning downstream where the ruined vehicle came to a rest on a muddy bank a mile into the forest.

“We better move,” Joseph said.

Climbing out of the wreckage, Donald managed to drag the water logged tarp onto the shore. Joseph opened a watertight hatch and pulled out two jackets, a flashlight and a blanket, thankfully still dry. He handed the blanket to Brenda who was shivering violently.

“Where is that thing?” Donald asked.

“Back on the other side, I hope,” Joseph answered. “The river crossing should have slowed it, but it will find us soon enough. We need to go.”

Donald studied the wet map with a yellow flashlight.

Joseph paced nervously. “Which way?” he asked.

“Follow me,” Donald said.

Donald and Joseph each pulled a corner of the tarp and dragged the load behind them. They walked until they reached a fork in the path.

“Left,” Donald said.

The turn led them down a narrow trail running parallel to a creek. Joseph stopped abruptly. A pair of vultures stood on the far bank.

“What’s the matter, Joseph?” Donald asked.

Joseph answered, “Nothing is wrong.” I just need to rest a moment.”

Brenda struggled to block the distractions, but the voices grew louder and images of horrible things illuminated like flashbulbs in the dark. She stared down at the ground and fought the urge to react. They reached a bridge that crossed the creek. The bridge was a rusted red skeleton overgrown with vines with its wooden planks all but gone.

“We need to cross here,” Donald said hesitantly.

Donald stepped on the bridge to test its strength. “Seems solid enough.”

Donald walked across a girder with Joseph following a few steps behind him. Brenda stepped on to the bridge, the water below her began to churn and skeletal hands emerged from the creek. She took a step forward and a spectral hand brushed her foot sending a wash of cold over it.

“Brenda, hurry!” Donald shouted.

The Raven Mocker, in the form of an old woman with black eyes and pallid skin, appeared behind her and closed quickly. Brenda ran along the beam trying to block out the distractions and was halfway across when she lost her balance and disappeared under the surface of the water. Donald and Joseph ran to the creek bank looking for her, while the Raven Mocker leered down from the bridge. The creek began to bubble and Brenda was lifted by misty hands to the waters edge where Donald was able to carry her out.

“Look,” Joseph said.

The Raven Mocker wrestled against an unseen force and thrashed in rage as if bound. Brenda opened her eyes and said, “What happened?”

Donald got her to her feet and wrapped his jacket around her.

“Brenda, we need to go. Are you okay to walk?” Donald asked.

“I’m okay.”

The Raven Mocker’s screams of rage filled the woods behind them.

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

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here it is,” Donald said pointing towards a triple oak.

The map indicated a trail behind the tree that led to the cabin.

“Can I see the map?” Joseph asked.

“Sure,” Donald answered handing the map to Joseph.

“We are close,” Joseph said. “We need to pass through the town of Culver.”

“Culver?” Donald asked.

“Yes. It was a settler’s town deep in the mountains. The people of Culver refused to leave when these lands were abandoned and they were never heard from again,” Joseph answered. “No one ever dared to look for them.”

“Should we find another way?” Donald asked.

“No, on the contrary,” Joseph said. “I am hoping the town of Culver can assist us.”

Donald led Joseph and Brenda into a gorge where stones slid underfoot as they climbed down the steep grade.

“Careful,” Donald said.

When they reached the bottom, they were surrounded by high stone walls and dead trees.

“This way,” Donald said.

Down the trail was an abandoned farmhouse covered in vines with a crumbling barn behind it. The property was quiet and still, unoccupied for generations. Joseph stopped walking and rubbed his lower back.

“Joseph, do you need to stop and rest a minute?” Donald asked.

“No,” Joseph said. “I am fine. We must go on.”

A bluff overlooked the town of Culver which consisted of six gray buildings surrounded by scrub land. Culver Lake was visible behind the town. Donald dragged the tarp into town then sat in the dirt road and waited for Joseph and Brenda to catch up.

“I need to rest a moment,” Donald said.

“Yes, of course,” Joseph answered.

“We need to spend a few minutes here anyway. Can you stay out here and keep watch?” Joseph asked.

“Sure, where are you going?” Donald asked.

“In there,” Joseph said pointing at the hulking ruin of a hotel.

“I better go with you, it’s not safe,” Donald said.

“No,” Joseph replied. “Please do as I ask.”

“Okay,” Donald said with a nod. He walked over to the crumbing steps of the hotel and sat down. “I will be right here.”

“Thank you,” Joseph said.

“Brenda?” Joseph gestured towards the doors of the hotel.

Brenda followed Joseph into the building and entered the lobby. The hotel was ravaged by time with moldy paintings on its walls and a rack full of tattered coats in the corner. Joseph trained his flashlight across the room, while Brenda stared at the floor and tried to handle the flood of distractions.

“We need to understand what happened here. It may show us the best way to fight the beast,” Joseph said. “I need you to open your mind to this place and tell me what you see.”

They were in a tomb, with crumbled skeletons on a rotted velvet couch and bones scattered down the staircase and across the front desk. Behind it, were the remains of the last survivors trying to reach a dozen rifles still propped against the wall.

“These people were ambushed,” Brenda whispered.

She turned to face the room and opened her mind. Dozens of images played out before her, she had never seen so many at one time.

“Ravens,” she said aloud. “Dozens of them. They killed everyone.”

She saw the monstrous birds plunge their beaks into the chests of the townspeople. Black feathers dripped in blood as they swallowed the hearts of their victims.

“What else can you see?” Joseph asked.

“It looks like they were gathered for a meeting. The entire town was here,” she answered.

Joseph walked behind the front desk.

“They were assembling a cache of weapons,” she said. “Planning to stop it.”

Joseph studied the walls of the room.

“Not a shot was fired,” he said.

“There was no time,” Brenda added. “They were attacked too quickly. Where did they all come from?” She asked.

“They were all the same creature split into parts,” Joseph answered.

Donald jumped to his feet when they walked out of the hotel.

“You okay?” he asked them.

Brenda nodded. She looked dazed.

“Yes,” Joseph answered. “We better get moving again.”

“I have been studying the map. We need to follow the lake for a few miles,” Donald said. The cabin should be on the eastern shore.”

They left the rotted memory of the town and walked onto a trail that circled the lake where whispers in the mist echoed across the surface of the water.

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he cabin stood alone with a ring of scorched earth around it, the smell in the air was foul when Joseph stepped onto the burnt soil.

“Wait,” he said, hand raised towards them.

He walked forward holding the medallion that hung from his neck, then entered the front door and disappeared into the cabin. Donald and Brenda waited anxiously as the minutes passed. Joseph finally emerged and waved them forward.

“Brenda, I need you to look for Calvin Smith,” Joseph said.

She turned in a circle and concentrated.

“Over there,” she said pointing towards the front porch. “That is where it happened.”

She approached the porch and saw men standing in front of the cabin. They were throwing stones at an old woman, only it wasn’t an old woman. Her black eyes glared at the men like a wild animal. Calvin hit the woman first. Brenda watched the scene play over again.

“I see him,” she said. “I see Calvin.”

“Brenda, watch where the stone that Calvin throws lands,” Donald said.

She watched again.

“It went under the house,” she said. “Right there,” she added pointing at a jagged gap in the stone foundation of the building.

Donald crawled onto his knees and shined his flashlight into the opening, a single hematite stone sat in the dirt under the cabin.

“I see it, but I can’t reach it,” Donald said.

“We need to get under there,” Joseph said.

Donald tried, but couldn’t fit into the opening.

“I’ll go,” Brenda said. “I’m the only one that will fit.”

She crawled through the jagged opening and pushed her flashlight ahead of her.

“How are you doing?” Donald asked. He stood over the opening ready to pull her out.

“Good. Almost there,” she answered.

The stench made it hard for her to breathe.

“I have it,” she said.

“Brenda, toss the stone out the opening,” Joseph said.

Brenda did and the stone skipped across the ground, Joseph grabbed it and placed it in the tarp with the others.

“I’m going to pull you out,” Donald said.

“Okay,” she answered.

She turned to grab her flashlight and was met with black eyes and the stench of rot. The Raven Mocker wrapped its claws around her hair and pulled her completely under the cabin.

“Brenda!” Donald shouted. “Help me Joseph, I’ve lost her!”