The Fear
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A horror novella from one of the modern masters of contemporary horror fiction. Mark Edward Hall delivers a rich, dark and terrifying tale of a young man's struggle to understand the horrific visions of murder that have plagued his life since childhood. What he discovers is a truth so shocking it threatens to destroy him.
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Mitch whirled, as he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. A tiny bent form scurried across the living room carpet. Mitch screamed as his heart hammered into a gallop. "Oh, Jesus!" he said. "Oh, Jesus Christ, this can't be happening."
Mitch stood stark still, staring at the place where he thought he'd seen the tiny scurrying form. He saw no more movement, but that didn't mean anything. The house was dark, and filled with shadows, and there were plenty of places for . . . it to hide.
Mitch bent over, resting his hands on his trembling knees as his breath sucked asthmatically through constricted airways. That's when he noticed the dark stains. They were all over the front of his sweats and his nightshirt. He straightened up, raising his hands, holding the palms close to his face, straining to see them in the dim light. The dream intruded on him suddenly, in all its gruesome detail.
"Oh, Jesus no," he said, turning sharply and limping quickly down the corridor. In the bathroom Mitch flipped on the light and gawked at himself in the mirror. It was worse than he could have imagined. The blood was everywhere, smears of it on his face and clots of it in his unkempt hair. The front of his shirt and sweats appeared to be finger-painted with the stuff. They looked like a macabre map of some unknown continent. Most of it had dried, leaving his pants and shirt stiff, like a second skin frozen with rigor. On his face, however, the blood was still wet; it had mixed with his sweat and tears and the combination looked like a haphazard watercolor painting on the face of a ghoul.
Dear, God, what has happened here?
Mark Edward Hall
Mark Edward Hall has worked at a variety of professions including hunting and fishing guide, owner of a recording studio, singer/songwriter in several rock n' roll bands. He has also worked in the aerospace industry on a variety of projects including the space shuttle and the Viking Project, the first Mars lander, of which the project manager was one of his idols: Carl Sagan. He went to grammar school in Durham, Maine with Stephen King, and in the 1990s decided to get serious with his own desire to write fiction. His first short story, Bug Shot was published in 1995. His critically acclaimed supernatural thriller, The Lost Village was published in 2003. Since then he has published five books and more than fifty short stories. His new novel, a thriller entitled Apocalypse Island is due out in early 2012.
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The Fear - Mark Edward Hall
THE FEAR
By Mark Edward Hall
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Published by Lost Village Publishing
Copyright 2014 by Mark Edward Hall
All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.
This book contains special bonus material. The first two chapters of Song of Ariel The third book in the Blue Light Series.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE FEAR
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2
3
4
5
6
SONG OF ARIEL
PART ONE: ON THE NIGHT WIND
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
CHAPTER TWO
1
2
3
4
5
6
AUTHOR’S NOTE
THE FEAR
1
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When Mitch Redlon woke up with The Fear inside him, he could only lay in bed, frozen in terror, as his throat, nearly closed from a vicious assault of nocturnal screaming, gagged and convulsed in its struggle to admit fresh air. For a long time he lay on his back staring up at the dark ceiling, trying to get his breathing and his nerves right again. When he was finally able to throw his legs over the side of the bed, he sat with his head in his hands, all sweat-soaked and feverish, trying to decide what his next move should be. Unwilling to try and make any immediate sense of the dream, Mitch struggled unsteadily to his feet and left the bedroom. There were no lights on in the small trailer house, but the moon was bright and its ambient light through the windows was sufficient enough to allow Mitch safe passage to the kitchen. There he stood at the sink, running a glass of water with trembling hands. He poured aspirin tablets into his mouth from an open bottle on the counter-top and chased them down with a swallow of the lukewarm water. Putting the glass atop the pile of dirty dishes there, Mitch limped to the door, moved the curtain aside, and peered out into the night. He surveyed the driveway and the ramshackle garage beyond. Nothing looked out of place, at least from his vantage point inside the house.
But why should anything be out of place? His rational mind asked.
It can’t see you in here. Not with the lights out.
What the hell are you talking about? What can’t see me in here?
It!
It?
Yeah, the thing you felt while you were sleeping. The thing that made you . . . scream. The thing that used to make you shit the bed, and tear at your scar trying to get it out of you. The Fear. It’s back!
Oh, God, no!
If you felt it while you were sleeping then it must already be inside the house, Mitch. Or maybe it’s already inside . . . you . . .
Mitch whirled, as he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. A tiny bent form scurried across the living room carpet. Mitch screamed as his heart hammered into a gallop. Oh, Jesus!
he said. Oh, Jesus Christ, this can’t be happening.
Mitch stood stark still, staring at the place where he thought he’d seen the tiny scurrying form. He saw no more movement, but that didn’t mean anything. The house was dark, and filled with shadows, and there were plenty of places for . . . it to hide.
Mitch bent over, resting his hands on his trembling knees as his breath sucked asthmatically through constricted airways. That’s when he noticed the dark stains. They were all over the front of his sweats and his nightshirt. He straightened up, raising his hands, holding the palms close to his face, straining to see them in the dim light. The dream intruded on him suddenly, in all its gruesome detail.
Oh, Jesus no,
he said, turning sharply and limping quickly down the corridor. In the bathroom Mitch flipped on the light and gawked at himself in the mirror. It was worse than he could have imagined. The blood was everywhere, smears of it on his face and clots of it in his unkempt hair. The front of his shirt and sweats appeared to be finger-painted with the stuff. They looked like a macabre map of some unknown continent. Most of it had dried, leaving his pants and shirt stiff, like a second skin frozen with rigor. On his face, however, the blood was still wet; it had mixed with his sweat and tears and the combination looked like a haphazard watercolor painting on the face of a ghoul.
Dear, God, what has happened here?
Certainly what he’d experienced had been a dream. Gruesome as it was. But if that was true, then where had all the blood come from? And what had he seen in the living room? Jesus Christ, I must be losing my mind.
Mitch stumbled back into his bedroom and turned on the light. Sure enough, the sheets where he had lain tossing were covered in blood and there was a small pool of it on the floor beside the bed. Mitch peeled off his bloodstained garments and surveyed his body. Finding no signs of injury, other than the long, familiar scar that ran the entire length of his right torso, he got down on his hands and knees and tentatively peered under the bed. He didn’t really expect to find anything. He’d seen the small bent form before, of course, dozens of times. It always accompanied the dreams. But he’d never been able to catch it with his full vision before it disappeared, thus, he’d never been able to identify it.
Probably a good thing.
After searching the house thoroughly Mitch went back into the bathroom and ran a hot shower. When he was clean he dressed and walked slowly back into the living room.
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The Fear!
Is that what this was about?
The Fear!
It was as familiar as an old acquaintance, as welcome as cancer.
The Fear had gone out of him years ago, right about the time he had moved out of his mother’s house. He couldn’t remember the exact moment. The point was, just like that, one day it was gone. And he had been so grateful, so damned relieved. But now somehow it had found its way back to him, only worse. Before there had never been any blood. The dreams, yes, in gruesome detail, but never any real blood. None that he’d known about, at least. God almighty, now he would have to learn how to deal with that horrific thing in his life again, that feeling that there was something not in his house or his room, or even his bed. It was the sick and dreadful sensation that there was something inside him, some invader or infestation that made him go along and be a part of something unspeakable.
The Fear had visited Mitch on a regular basis when he was growing up; his mother had had to get up in the night and comfort him, but no amount of comfort had been sufficient enough to stem Mitch’s night terrors. The episodes had resulted in psychiatric counseling, but they had not ended there. How do you explain to a doctor, a mother, or anybody else, for that matter, that it wasn’t the dark or