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TINA RESOLUTELY CLEANED UP THE MESS IN Danny’s room and packed his belongings. She intended to donate everything to Goodwill Industries.
Several times she was on the verge of tears as the sight of one object or another released a flood of memories. She gritted her teeth, however, and restrained the urge to leave the room with the job uncompleted.
Not much remained to be done: The contents of three cartons in the back of the deep closet had to be sorted. She tried to lift one of them, but it was too heavy. She dragged it into the bedroom, across the carpet, into the shafts of reddish-gold afternoon sunlight that filtered through the sheltering trees outside and then through the dust-filmed window.
When she opened the carton, she saw that it contained part of Danny’s collection of comic books and graphic novels. They were mostly horror comics.
She’d never been able to understand this morbid streak in him. Monster movies. Horror comics. Vampire novels. Scary stories of every kind, in every medium. Initially his growing fascination with the macabre had not seemed entirely healthy to her, but she had never denied him the freedom to pursue it. Most of his friends had shared his avid interest in ghosts and ghouls; besides, the grotesque hadn’t been his only interest, so she had decided not to worry about it.
In the carton were two stacks of comic books, and the two issues on top sported gruesome, full-color covers. On the first, a black carriage, drawn by four black horses with evil glaring eyes, rushed along a night highway, beneath a gibbous moon, and a headless man held the reins, urging the frenzied horses forward. Bright blood streamed from the ragged stump of the coachman’s neck, and gelatinous clots of blood clung to his white, ruffled shirt. His grisly head stood on the driver’s seat beside him, grinning fiendishly, filled with malevolent life even though it had been brutally severed from his body.
Tina grimaced. If this was what Danny had read before going to bed at night, how had he been able to sleep so well? He’d always been a deep, unmoving sleeper, never troubled by bad dreams.
She dragged another carton out of the closet. It was as heavy as the first, and she figured it contained more comic books, but she opened it to be sure.
She gasped in shock.
He was glaring up at her from inside the box. From the cover of a graphic novel. Him. The man dressed all in black. That same face. Mostly skull and withered flesh. Prominent sockets of bone, and the menacing, inhuman crimson eyes staring out with intense hatred. The cluster of maggots squirming on his cheek, at the corner of one eye. The rotten, yellow-toothed grin. In every repulsive detail, he was precisely like the hideous creature that stalked her nightmares.
How could she have dreamed about this hideous creature just last night and then find it waiting for her here, today, only hours later?
She stepped back from the cardboard box.
The burning, scarlet eyes of the monstrous figure in the drawing seemed to follow her. She must have seen this lurid cover illustration when Danny had first brought the magazine into the house. The memory of it was fixed in her subconscious, festering, until she eventually incorporated it into her nightmares.
That seemed to be the only logical explanation. But she knew it wasn’t true.
She had never seen this drawing before. When Danny had first begun collecting horror comics with his allowance, she had closely examined those books to decide whether or not they were harmful to him. But after she had made up her mind to let him read such stuff, she never thereafter even glanced at his purchases.
Yet she had dreamed about the man in black. And here he was. Grinning at her.
Curious about the story from which the illustration had been taken, Tina stepped to the box again to pluck out the graphic novel. It was thicker than a comic book and printed on slick paper.
As her fingers touched the glossy cover, a bell rang. She flinched and gasped.
The bell rang again, and she realized that someone was at the front door. Heart thumping, she went to the foyer.
Through the fish-eye lens in the door, she saw a young, clean-cut man wearing a blue cap with an unidentifiable emblem on it. He was smiling, waiting to be acknowledged.
She didn’t open the door. “What do you want?”
“Gas-company repair. We need to check our lines where they come into your house.” Tina frowned. “On New Year’s Day?”
“Emergency crew,” the repairman said through the closed door. “We’re investigating a possible gas leak in the neighborhood.”
She hesitated, but then opened the door without removing the heavy-duty security chain. She studied him through the narrow gap. “Gas leak?”
He smiled reassuringly. “There probably isn’t any danger. We’ve lost some pressure in our lines, and we’re trying to find the cause of it. No reason to evacuate people or panic or anything. But we’re trying to check every house. Do you have a gas stove in the kitchen?”
“No. Electric.”
“What about the heating system?” “Yes. There’s a gas furnace.”
“Yeah. I think all the houses in this area have gas furnaces. I’d better have a look at it, check the fittings, the incoming feed, all that.”
She looked him over carefully. He was wearing a gas-company uniform, and he was carrying a large tool kit with the gas-company emblem on it.
She said, “Can I see some identification?”
“Sure.” From his shirt pocket, he withdrew a laminated ID card with the gas-company seal, his picture, his name, and his physical statistics.
Feeling slightly foolish, like an easily spooked old woman, Tina said, “I’m sorry. It’s not that you strike me as a dangerous person or anything. I just—”
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t apologize. You did the right thing, asking for an ID. These days, you’re crazy if you open your door without knowing exactly who’s on the other side of it.”
She closed the door long enough to slip off the security chain. Then she opened it again and stepped back. “Come in.”
“Where’s the furnace? In the garage?”
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