Реферат: 3 Blind Mice
Enthralled by his surroundings, Fabian made sure not miss the slightest detail. He felt like he walking in a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock film. The earth beneath him was soft and spongy, comprised of decaying plant and animal matter that yielded to the slightest pressure and crumbled with his every step. Rotten logs that were home to infestations of worms, termites, and centipedes surrounded them.
When the reached the cabin, Morgal looked over at Fabian and disappointedly said, This is it?
Shut-up Morgue. It is better than that dump of a hotel you suggested. They stood facing a small decrepit shack. There were two windows in front that were covered by a film of dirt and resembled closed eyes. The overhang from the roof was sagging, and looked like a furrowed brow atop the windows. The steps leading to the front door were barely standing and the porch was riddled with holes. Several shingles were missing from the roof and the chimney was leaning like the Tower of Pisa in Italy.
Fabian walked up to the house and caressed the blanket of moss that enveloped the wooden siding. He reached for the doorknob, turned it to the right, and gave the door a firm push with his shoulder. The rusted hinges gave way and the door crashed to the ground. A flight of bats flew out followed by a gray cloud of dust. Only something didn t seem quite right. Instead of settling, the dust began to rise. Similar to what a mushroom cloud looks like. As it dissipated, they unpacked the car and began to settle in for the night.
Morgal hobbled in with what was probably the only two dry pieces of firewood in a one-mile radius, and began to build a fire. Moments later, the cabin was filled with warmth, complemented by the popping and crackling of the fire.
After eating dinner, both men were thoroughly exhausted and ready to retire.
There is no more wood left, we ll have to just tough the night out and find some in the morning, said Morgal. Morgal climbed into bed while Fabian entered the bathroom to brush his teeth. By the time Fabian was finished, the old man was fast asleep.
With Morgue sleeping for at least the next six hours, Fabian had plenty of time to play. He walked over to his bag and pulled out a worn black journal that was bound together by a scarlet ribbon. He opened it to a page that had obviously been read several times for it was ragged and about to detach from the binding. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out several glass bottles, braided straw, a dead bat, and some other interesting toys .
He began by drawing a two-foot in diameter circle that encompassed a star whose every point touched some part of the perimeter. At the end of each point, a silver charm was placed and used as a marker. The bat s head was severed, it s blood squeezed into a silver cup, and swallowed by Fabian. Who then proceeded to light the end of the braided straw on fire when he suddenly fell asleep. He awoke when the straw had reached the end and singed his fingertips. Startled, he glanced over at Morgue who had begun mumbling in his sleep. Getting a little scared; Fabian abandoned the spell he was going to attempt. A quick rendezvous on the Ouija board will calm my nerves, he thought. As the pointer quickly glided across the board it spelled G I V E M E M Y R I N G, and abruptly stopped. Shaking in horror, Fabian passed out. When he came to, he was strapped to a table. There was a dark mass floating above him exactly like the dust cloud that had appeared earlier. Only now it had distinguishable features, like glowing green eyes and bronze razor sharp claws that were dripping with blood. Attempting to escape, Fabian began thrashing about like a fish out of water. The monster extended one of its claws and began writing on Fabian s abdomen, GIVE ME MY RING. Blood began to fill the crevices of each cut, making the letters bold against Fabian s ghastly white complexion.
MOrGal MoRGal, Wake up!! HeLp mE, Fabian screamed in terror.
Fabian, Fabian wake up. It was just a nightmare. It wasn t real, Morgal said as he shook Fabian.
Fabian awoke and sat up. The room was spinning and he felt a little lightheaded. He slumped back, letting his head become engulfed by his feather pillow, and let out a sigh. He was drenched and decided to get up and take a shower since he was awake. He lit a candle that was next to his bed and immediately noticed that his ring was gone; and in it s place was nothing but a imprint of where it had been. Panicking, he lunged forward out of his bed, trying to reach a lantern that was across the room. But as he jumped he noticed that he was being held by something. Stretching and pulling he managed to reach the lantern and turn it on. A faint glow resonated throughout the room. Still mesmerized by the imprint that now occupied the space where his ring had once been; Fabian noticed a thin film of crimson on his fingers. Following the trail down his arm, he noticed that his entire body was covered in blood. His bowels and entrails were strewn about and some parts were caught on the bedposts. Feeling faint, Fabian lied down on his back and closed his eyes. Maybe he had just had too much to drink tonight and was imagining all of this. Yeah that s it he thought I just had too much to drink. After a moment of reassuring himself, he opened his eyes to see a message scrawled on the ceiling G IV E ME MY RI N G…