I personally love stories about houses with history, with
ghosts, with attitude. Such places become characters in the story and
few writers can lure me in to their haunted house stories better than Tara Fox Hall. Alongside her superb story The Chalet, All That Remains, with its deliciously scary Latham's Landing ranks
as my own favourite among this talented author's works. All That
Remains is one of the stories in the awesome anthology, Bedtime Shadows and Tara is particularly
proud of it because it was her very first short horror work written some years
ago.
All That Remains
We went
back to the car, me shoving her and her protesting. When we were on route back,
I told her.
“You
can’t have found a filling, Tina. The windows in there were soldered together,
some of them. It must have been a bit of lead—”
“I know
solder and lead, and this was neither, this was silver. And there was a little
tooth chunk stuck to it!”
“So some
kids were fighting, and one of them got in a lucky punch. It’s nothing.”
“I don’t
care!” I shot back. “I’m leaving!”
We rode
the next few minutes in silence back to the landing, relief washing through me
when the little house of glass faded from view.
I began
untying the raft, as Sandy parked the car and shut the garage door.
She was
just walking down the granite steps to me, and I was imagining how good a
hamburger was going to taste when she stopped.
“I heard
something,” she said, turning to look back at the main house.
“I heard
nothing, Sandy. Let’s get going.”
“Hey,
what if some of those kids are here, Tina? That soda bottle wasn’t that old.
This is a historical site.”
“They
can wander around then!” I shouted. “I’m not going to chase after them!”
“We left
the door open yesterday, Tina!” she shouted back. “What if the kids light the
house on fire, or something? It’ll be my fault! I had to sign a paper to get
the key!”
“We’ll
go back and get Fred! He can come look for them!”
“He’s
gone until tonight! He won’t be able to look until morning! And we’re right
here!”
“Fuck
it, I’m leaving! You can stay here if you want!”
“After
all Fred’s done for us, I’m not going to leave here without checking it out!”
She turned and bolted up the stairs, running for the
entrance.
Fuck! I
retied the boat, and ran after her. When I got to the entrance, Sandy was
nowhere in sight.
I got
inside, and let my eyes adjust to the gloom. By my watch, either we’d lost time
again, or the time we’d spent at the sea house had taken longer than I’d
thought. It was about two p.m.
I walked
the first floor, the second floor, and the third floor, following Sandy’s steps
and my own from yesterday. I didn’t see anyone, or any signs of anyone being
there but us.
I walked
back downstairs, wondering if I should check outside, when I heard a noise. I
turned, and out of the corned of my eye, reflected in a broken hall mirror, I
swore I got a glimpse of a young man in a red plaid shirt and jeans, his arms
flailing wildly as he shouted soundlessly. But when I whipped around, there was
no one there. Darting a look back at the mirror, I expected to see nothing.
Instead, I saw the man there, looking back at me from the mirror, grinning at
me, his eyes tinted yellow.
I let
out a shriek and ran for the front door. I got as far as the stairs, and then
stopped with a whimper.
There
was a young boy on the stairs in front of me.
“Father,
I’m so glad to see you,” he said gratefully, his innocent face breaking into a
smile. “I looked for you, and couldn’t find you!”
“I’m not
your father,” I whispered.
The boy
came closer, his light blue eyes shining. “I’m so glad you’re here. It seemed
like such a long time I’ve been looking for you.”
“Where
is my friend?” I grated out, making myself get closer. “What are you?”
The boy
tilted his head and studied me, but didn’t reply.
I took
another step closer. “Get out of my way.”
“Stay,”
the boy said, his voice no longer grateful.
I lost
it. I grabbed hold of him, expecting him to fade into smoke or disappear, but
instead it was like reaching into ice water. I gasped in shock as my hands
clasped onto bony arms, and the boy let loose a snarl, his eyes narrowing to
red pinpricks as he bared his teeth and tried to sink them into my hand.
And if All That Remains doesn't become one of your favourite stories from Bedtime
Shadows, I'll eat my broomstick!
Happy Halloween everyone.
4 comments:
Thank you so much for having me at your blog, Lyn :) I love that you enjoyed All That Remains so much! Thank you!
Fun stuff, Ms. Tara! I can't wait to read the entire book!
Tara - it's entirely my pleasure. You're welcome here any time. And yes, oh yes, I really did enjoy All That Remains very, very much.
Dana - it's a book well worth reading, I promise you.
Great choice, Tara. I'm not sure how many times I'll be going back to re-read Bedtime Shadows :-)
First Jenny and now your excerpt is tempting me to do so *sigh* the life of an avid horror reader.
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