“You’re right,” Levi agreed. He looked at Adam. “I am sorry.”
“I’m not. I meant every word of it. I fucking hate Him.”
Levi tugged on Adam’s arm. “Maria is right. Let’s go retrieve the book. We’ll discuss the rest later.”
“Hey!” Adam yanked away from him. “Let go of me or I’ll wake up everybody in this fucking neighborhood.”
Levi took a deep breath. “Adam, look over there, beyond the playground. Do you see those trees?”
Adam turned away from him, sulking.
“Do you see them?” Levi insisted, wrenching the man’s arm.
“Yes. Now let go. You’re hurting me.”
“You know where those trees go, don’t you, Adam? You remember where that forest leads to. What it’s part of.”
“Leave me alone.”
Levi leaned close, breathing into Adam’s ear. “It leads to LeHorn’s Hollow. Sure, we’re on the far side. There are many miles between us and that place, and the fire destroyed a great portion of the woods between here and there, but it’s all still connected. It’s all part of the same net. The energies that make that place what it is don’t rely on trees or undergrowth or property boundaries. They run through the ground. I can feel them, you know. Pulsing. Turning. Vibrating far beneath our feet. And you can feel them too, I’ll bet. Because they’ve touched you. You’ve been poisoned by that place.”
“Stop it,” Adam whispered.
“That’s enough, Levi. You’re hurting him.”
Maria stepped forward and tapped Levi’s shoulder. He brushed her away and continued.
“But the energies aren’t the only thing brewing there, Adam. Something else is growing in those woods. It’s searching for a way into our world, and it’s found one. It’s seeping through right now, a little bit at a time. Gathering strength. But it’s almost to the boiling point now, and tomorrow night, those floodgates won’t be able to hold it back any longer. It will swamp the Earth, extinguishing everything that lives, smothering the planet in darkness.”
“No…”
“Oh, yes. You fought one of its minions before. Fought it and defeated it. Hylinus. But now we have to stop the rest of it. We have to stop the thing that Hylinus served.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You have no choice, Adam. You owe it to your friends. To your wife. It’s time to finish this once and for all.”
“Okay!” Adam shouted. “You win! You’re right. Just leave me the fuck alone!”
Maria ducked down behind the minivan again, gasping. She started to speak, but Levi held his hand up, listening. They waited, but heard nothing.
“Shit,” Maria breathed. “If that didn’t wake anybody up, then nothing will.”
“It didn’t,” Levi said.
“Then this town could sleep through a nuclear bomb attack. Or the Second Coming.”
“Perhaps. Or maybe the Lord is with us.”
Adam started to speak, but they both silenced him. After making sure his outburst hadn’t attracted any late-night attention, they crept out from behind the minivan and snuck across the yard, single-file. The grass was wet with dew and showed traces of their passage. Maria kept glancing at the houses around them, looking for lights, but the homes remained dark and silent.
“Don’t any of these people have dogs?” she whispered.
Levi shrugged.
“I did,” Adam said. “Big Steve. He was my best friend.”
“Where is he now?”
“Hylinus killed him, too.”
They crossed over the second yard and then into the third, darting quickly behind the former woodshed. The corrugated steel structure hid them from the view of the other houses. Now all they had to worry about was someone driving down the alley unexpectedly, or the fire siren going off.
Adam moved to the center of the building’s wall and stood with his back against it. Then, staring at the ground, he counted off twelve paces, putting his feet together, heel to toe. He stopped and crouched down.
“It should be right here. Which one of you brought the shovel?”
Maria and Levi glanced at each other. Levi closed his eyes and shook his head in frustration.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Maria whispered. “You didn’t prepare for this?”
“Well, I didn’t know he’d buried it, now, did I?” Levi protested. “We’ll just have to use our hands.”
Kneeling next to Adam, Levi began digging at the earth with his hands. After a moment, Adam joined him. Together, they tore up clumps of sod and tossed aside rocks, then pawed through the softer dirt below. Earthworms wriggled in annoyance, disturbed by the intrusion. They’d only dug about eight inches when their fingers grazed the surface of the cigar box.
“See? I knew I didn’t bury it too deep.”
“I’ll be thankful when I get what we need,” Levi said.
Adam started to dig again, but Levi gently pushed him back.
“Allow me.”
“I can help.”
“I know you can. But trust me, it’s for the better. With all the pain this book has caused you, do you really want to touch it again?”
Adam shook his head, then stood up and wiped his dirty hands on his hospital smock. Levi clawed at the dirt feverishly, throwing it to the side until he could slip his fingers around the edge of the box. Then he hauled it upward and brushed the soil from the lid. He ripped the duct tape away and then opened the box. Inside, just as Adam had told them, was a slim, brown leather book wrapped in a plastic freezer bag. Levi unzipped the bag and held up the book. Maria leaned forward, reading the tiny gold lettering on the front cover:The Long Lost Friend A Collection
of
Mysterious & Invaluable
Arts & Remedies
For
Man As Well As Animals
With Many Proofs Of their virtue and efficacy in healing diseases and defeating spirits, the greater part of which was never published until they appeared in print for the first time in the U.S. in the year of our Lord 1820. By John George Hohman
I N R I
“Wow,” she whispered. “That looks really old.”
Levi flipped it open and glanced at the bottom of the title page.
“It’s a 1916 edition. Not the complete translation, but not as bad as some of the later editions. Certainly better than the abridged versions available on the Internet.”
“Is it worth anything?”
“Quite a bit, actually. An antiquarian book collector would pay several hundred for this. A powwow practitioner would pay even more.”
Holding the book by the front and back covers, he turned it upside down and fanned the pages. Six folded sheets of paper fell out. Levi closed the book and picked them up. He glanced through them quickly, then settled on the final sheet. His eyes glinted in the darkness as he scanned it. Then he smiled.
Maria tried to read over his shoulder, but the words were in another language. She tried to figure out what it was, but couldn’t. The words weren’t typeset. They’d been written by hand. There were also several hand-drawn diagrams and figures. When Maria focused on the drawings, her vision blurred. She chalked the occurrence up to her lack of sleep, and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again, Levi was folding the sheets of paper again. He tucked them carefully in his shirt pocket.
“The book is valuable,” he repeated. “These pages from Nelson LeHorn’s Daemonolateria are priceless.”