Dark Mountain (17 page)

He stepped to the left, dropped to his knees, and stared at the bottom row of books. The first line of letters was right, but the numbers below…Turning his head, he read the titles:
Black Magic, A Practical Guide to Sorcery, Step into Darkness, Tarot Made Easy, Witches and Warlocks, Witch’s Spells and Potions
.

Great!

He didn’t see much use for the tarot book, and he had no idea what
Step into Darkness
might be about. A glance at the table of contents…No, he could do that once he was safe upstairs. He’d take it, and the other four.

As he reached for them, the books shot forward, knocking into his hands and tumbling against his knees. A bony, blue-veined hand snatched him by the wrist.

The lights went out.

Shrieking, he thrust his other hand forward, ramming books from the higher shelf into the darkness, hearing volumes fall on the other side. He tried again, this time finding the shelf’s edge, shoving at it, trying to brace himself as the fierce grip drew his lower hand forward.

She wants to drag me through!

With all the strength in his left arm, he tried to hold himself back. “Let go!” he yelled. “
Help!”
The tugging grew more powerful until he felt as if it might rip his arm from the socket. His other arm gave out. He flew forward, head bashing the edge of the upper shelf, then fell onto his back.

“No!” he cried as he was dragged between the shelves.

In a frenzy of panic, he reached out with his left hand, felt the dry stiff fingers clutching his other wrist, pried one away. There was no yell of pain. Just the sharp brittle
pop
, like the snap of a twig, as the finger broke off. The grip loosened. He jerked his wrist free, whipped his arms down, and grabbed the bookshelf edge above his chest. With a quick yank, he thrust himself out. The metal edge scraped the top of his head as he sat up.

He lunged to his feet, turning in the direction of the door—he hoped. To the left? Yes! It had to be! He reached through the darkness, slapping at the books to keep his bearings. Then the books stopped. He threw himself against the wall, felt along it, found the door. He flung it open and plunged into the stairwell.

Clawing blindly, he smashed his forearm on the banister. He grabbed the railing. Hand over hand, he followed it upward. The entire stairwell was dark. At the first landing, he dared to glance back. Only blackness. He blinked to be sure his eyes were open. He heard nothing but his own rasping breath and thudding heart, but a chill spread over his skin like a spray of ice water. She’s there, she’s coming!

He charged up the next flight of stairs, trying not to scream, and saw a thin strip of light from under the door. He shouldered the door open.

The librarian flinched, swiveled in her chair, and opened her mouth. She said nothing, though, as Benny sprinted past the desk in his mad race for the exit.

He shoved open the glass door. He ran down the steps to the walkway, and he didn’t stop running until he reached the car.

Benny was lying across the backseat, sweltering in the locked car, when Tanya finally arrived. She opened the driver’s door, and looked down at him. “Are you all right?” she asked.

Nodding, he sat up.

“I got worried when I didn’t see you in here. Thought I’d lost you.”

“Sorry,” he muttered. He climbed out. After the oven of the car, the air outside felt fresh and cool. He mopped the sweat off his face, and put on his shirt. Tanya, leaning across the front seat, unlocked the passenger door for him. He opened it, and rolled down the window before getting in.

She handed him a small, black book. Benny stared at the cover.
Witch’s Spells and Potions
. “You got it?” he asked, amazed.

“Kristi did. What went on anyway?”

“Huh?”

“At the library.”

“I had some trouble,” he muttered.

“So I heard. When I showed up, Kristi said you’d run off like a bat out of hell. What were you doing down there? She said the lights were off, and you’d thrown books all over the floor. She was a little ticked.”

“I didn’t do it.”

Tanya glanced at him with disappointment, reached forward, and started the car. “Nobody else was down there, according to Kristi.”

“Somebody was,” he said, trembling now with the memory
of it. He held his right hand toward Tanya. His wrist was ringed with faint bruises, raw furrows where fingernails had raked his skin.

Tanya stared at the injuries. “Who did that to you?”

He shrugged.

“My God, Benny! You should’ve told someone. Who did it? Did he try to—”

“She.”

“We’d better tell campus security.”

“They won’t find her. She’s a witch.”

“That’s crazy, Benny, and you know it.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “I figured you’d say that.”

“We can’t tell security that a witch—”

“I’m not gonna tell ’em anything. They’ll just say I’m crazy, too.”

With a sigh, Tanya shifted to reverse and backed out the car. She started driving toward the parking lot exit. The air coming through the open windows felt good to Benny. “I know you’re not crazy,” Tanya told him. “But you’ve got witches on the brain, and a very active imagination.”

“Did I imagine this?” he asked, holding up his hand.

“Of course not.”

“You think I did it to myself?”

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Okay, I believe you. Now why don’t you tell me what happened down there?”

“All right.”

“And then her finger broke off,” Benny said. “Right in my hand.”

“Broke
off
?” Scott asked. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Bullshit,” Julie muttered.

Scott frowned at her, and glanced at Karen. She was staring into her Bloody Mary, a look of disgust on her bruised face. “Okay,” Scott said. “Then what happened?”

“Well, she let go and I got away.”

“You never saw her at all?”

“It was pitch-black.”

Scott leaned back in his lounge chair. He wiped the wet bottom of his cocktail glass on his trunks, but it dripped anyway as he took a sip. On the sun-heated skin of his chest, the splash of icy water felt like a knife prick. He rubbed it with his fingertips. “Sounds like you had a rough time of it, pal.”

The words of sympathy seemed to hit Benny hard. His chin started to shake. He pressed his lips into a tight line.

“You sure all this really happened?” Julie asked. “You weren’t just dreaming or something?”

“It wasn’t a dream,” he mumbled.

Tanya, sitting cross-legged with her back to the pool, said, “The library worker went down to look around after Benny took off. She told me the lights were off and there were books on the floor. She thought Benny did it. According to her, nobody else was down there.”

“I wonder how well she looked,” Karen said.

“Did she happen to find a finger?” Julie asked.

“A finger doesn’t normally just break off,” Scott said. “Even if the bone…there are muscles, tendons, flesh.”

“And blood,” Julie added. “There’d be blood all over the place.”

Shaking his head, Benny turned his hands over as if looking for stains. He said nothing.

Scott sipped his Bloody Mary. “Well,” he said, “whatever happened, it was pretty bizarre. I don’t know what to think. But at least you’re okay, Benny. That’s what really counts.”

“What if it happens again?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“I don’t imagine…well…”

“You should be all right,” Karen said, “as long as you’re with someone. Just don’t go anywhere alone for a while, if you can help it. That way, if something funny happens again, you won’t have to face it by yourself.”

“Maybe he needs a bodyguard,” Julie suggested.

Benny stared at her, blinking rapidly. “You won’t think it’s so funny when it happens to you.”

“Spare me.”

“It was the curse,” he blurted, “and you’re part of the curse, too. All of us are, except Tanya. She’s gonna try to get us all.”

“Who, Tanya?” Julie asked, smirking.

“The witch! She’s got our stuff and I
said
we’ve gotta get it back and nobody listened. I’m just a crazy little kid and there’s no such thing as witches and curses. Only there is, and she put a curse on us and it’s gonna get us all if we don’t
do something!
” He shoved himself off the chair and raced into the house.

Julie blew softly through her pursed lips. “He oughta see a shrink.”

“That’ll be enough out of you,” Scott snapped. “The kid’s been through God-knows-what and what he
doesn’t
need is lip from you.”

Julie flinched, her smirk falling away. “Excuse me,” she muttered, and walked toward the house.

Tanya, looking embarrassed, stood up and brushed off the seat of her shorts. “I’ll see how Benny’s doing.”

“Thanks.” When she was gone, Scott turned to Karen. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”

“Happens to the best of us. God knows, it was mild compared to some of my tirades at school. I’ve been known to go totally berserk.”

Feeling better, Scott turned his chair to face her. She was leaning back, bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles, one hand curled around the glass resting on her belly. The front of the oversized, faded blue shirt she wore over her swimsuit had a patch of darkness from the glass’s moisture.

“You deal with teenaged kids all the time,” he said. “What do you make of my two?”

“I’d say, for starters, that Julie’s scared, probably very upset about what happened to Benny.”

“Has a funny way of showing it.”

“The sarcasm’s just a defense mechanism. She seems to use it all the time when she has trouble facing things. I don’t think she’s callous or insensitive. If anything, maybe she cares too much. The sarcasm’s like a safety valve for her.”

“All right. I’ll give you an A for that one. She’s always been that way, hiding behind it. Just gets hard to take sometimes.”

“Look on the bright side—at least she doesn’t go hysterical.”

“I guess that’s a blessing, of sorts. Okay. What about Benny?”

“I’d say he’s extremely imaginative and sensitive, and handling the situation remarkably well. I’d be a total basket case if I’d gone through what he did. So would most people. They’d freak out totally.”

“Do you think it really happened?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“Yes.”

“How do you explain—”

She shook her head. “I can’t explain any of it. That’s why I would’ve freaked out if it’d happened to me. I think Benny’s fortunate, in a way, that he can blame the curse. It gives him a frame of reference that lets him deal with it. In terms of curses and magic, anything can happen, nothing is illogical.”

“
You
don’t believe in that stuff?”

“The important thing is that Benny does. It’s part of his reality. So this business in the library makes sense to him. Otherwise, God knows how he might’ve reacted.”

“Look, we don’t believe in that nonsense.
I
don’t, anyway. How am I supposed to figure out what happened?”

Karen grinned mischievously. “Just keep telling yourself there’s got to be a logical explanation. Write it fifty times on the blackboard.”

“What do you think?”

“There’s got to be a logical explanation.”

“Like what?”

“Damned if I know.”

Scott laughed. “You’re a lot of help.”

She drained the last of her Bloody Mary.

“Refill?” Scott asked.

“Sure. Why not? While you’re gone, maybe I can dream up a theory.”

“Try,” he said. “Try very hard. I would appreciate a good, solid, down-to-earth explanation.”

“Right. I’ll work on it.”

He took Karen’s glass. Bending over her, he kissed her gently on the lips. Then he went into the house. Instead of turning toward the kitchen, he walked down the hall to Julie’s room. Her door was open. She was lying on her bed under a Bruce Springsteen poster, staring at the ceiling, wearing her earphones. When she saw him enter, she pulled off the headset. “Hey,” Scott said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

She answered with a shrug.

“I guess we’re all kind of edgy.”

“It’s okay,” she muttered.

“Why don’t you give Nick a call, see if he’d like to come over early and have dinner with us? Say around five? I’ll be doing steaks on the barbecue.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling slightly. “That’d be nice. I’ll check with him.”

“Fine.”

In the kitchen, Scott took an extra steak from the freezer. Then he prepared the Bloody Marys. He carried them outside. After the air-conditioning of the house, the hot sun felt good. Karen was standing, taking off her shirt as he walked up behind her. She wore the same skimpy black swimsuit she’d taken camping. Except for crisscrossing straps, her back was bare to the waist.

“Ready for a dip?” Scott asked.

She grinned over her shoulder at him. “Ready for a sip,” she said. She draped her shirt over the back of the chair.

Scott handed a drink to her, and they both sat down. “I dig your outfit,” he said.

“Does it flatter my contusions?”

The bruises were yellow-green blotches on the tanned skin of her shoulders and breasts and arms. The teeth marks were darker than the discolored skin surrounding them. Looking at them brought back the horrible night—finding her motionless in the tent, the dread when he didn’t know whether she was alive or…

“Do you have to stare?”

“Can’t help myself,” he said, managing a smile. “You’re damn near naked.”

“You’re staring at the bruises.”

“Nope, at your full, firm breasts.”

She laughed and took a sip of her drink, shutting her eyes as her face tilted toward the sun.

“I talked to Julie. She’s inviting Nick over to have dinner with us.”

“Oh, that’ll be nice.”

“Even nicer that they’re going out to night. Now, if I can just get Tanya to take Benny to a movie or something…”

“Do you think that’d be a good idea?”

“Sure. We’d have the house to ourselves for a few hours.”

“He might be better off staying home.”

“Ah, you don’t
want
to be alone with me.”

“I’m serious, Scott. He went through a hellish experience this morning. If I were him, I wouldn’t want to go out tonight. I’d want to stay here safe with my dad.”

“Yeah, I guess I shouldn’t push it. With you here, he wouldn’t want to leave anyway. In fact, when he found out you’d be coming over, he almost didn’t go to the library.” Scott raised his hand, forefinger and thumb a quarter inch apart. “He was that close to staying home. If I’d just—”

Karen shook her head, stopping him. “There are always those ifs when something goes wrong. We can’t blame ourselves. It’s just a bunch of little choices that don’t mean anything till the shit hits the fan, and then you look back and see how you got there. And you find a whole string of ifs going back forever.”

“I suppose. But if Benny’d stayed home this morning—”

“He wouldn’t have needed to go looking for a witchcraft book at all if we’d never gone camping. And we wouldn’t have gone if you and I hadn’t met.”

“There’s an if I’d hate to change,” Scott said.

She smiled at him. “Me, too. But you’ve got to admit it’s one of the links in the chain. If we hadn’t met, Benny wouldn’t have been attacked this morning.”

You wouldn’t have been beaten and raped, he thought. From the somber look on Karen’s face, he wondered if she were thinking the same thing. If we’d never met…

Frowning, she took a drink. Scott watched a drop of water fall from her glass, splash the glossy skin of her chest, and roll down between her breasts. She wiped it away. “Anyhow,” she said, “it gets slightly ridiculous when you think about it too much. The ifs are endless.”

“I suppose so,” Scott admitted. “So, have you come up with any marvelous theories about what happened to Benny?”

“I thought of something. He said the lights went out a second after the hand grabbed him. Unless we want to accept magic as the explanation, there must’ve been another person involved—someone to turn off the lights while the other attacked him.”

“I wonder if it might’ve been a practical joke,” Scott said. “A couple of students figuring it’d be a kick to throw a scare into him. After he ran off, they hid themselves somewhere.”

“That still doesn’t explain the finger.”

“Well, if it didn’t actually break off…Benny must’ve been in a panic, disoriented. He could’ve just bent it back, maybe even broken it, but only
imagined
it came off.”

“He sounded pretty sure.”

Scott sighed. “I just don’t—” He heard a door slide open behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Julie step out. She walked forward, frowning down at the concrete deck. She’d left the door open, but she seemed lost in thought, troubled, so Scott didn’t tell her to shut it. She turned a deck chair toward him and Karen, and sat down without speaking.

“What is it?” Scott asked.

“I called Nick,” she said in a distracted, barely audible voice. She was hunched over, elbows braced on the armrests of her chair, staring down with half-shut eyes.

“Can’t he make it?” Scott asked.