“What’s this?” asked the doctor, watching eagerly as the recording drew to its frantic conclusion.
Christine looked at the screen and at once knew what the man had referred to. Although George had vanished, swallowed by churning mist and falling rock as she’d hurried back down the mountainside, an immense column of light had lifted from the centre of the shot, near the crater to which her husband had been so eager to travel.
Curious shapes could be observed amid the illumination, one of them resembling a bullish creature, which might even be capable of issuing the terrible cries they both now heard from the computer’s speakers. These were nothing more than stone being torn out of place, but even so, such a dramatic combination of visual and auditory information was sufficient to suggest something else entirely.
Cthulhu, thought Christine, continuing to watch as her iPhone’s lens pulled away from a mass of distorted imagery, locating a fathomlessly dark backdrop filled with intense starlight. At that moment, all the trees and rocks down the mountain did look regimented, just as George had suggested. But she shouldn’t attach significance to that, even when another fearsome roar arose from elsewhere, its sound thunderously delayed.
“My camera isn’t the best on the market,” she explained, holding up the device for brief inspection. “It’s prone to pixilation, as well as lens distortions in particular lights.”
The doctor’s scientific profession might have persuaded him to accept her explanation. After hesitating for only a moment, however, he asked, “But didn’t all this happen in the evening?”
Christine smiled a little awkwardly. “It was just the stars, Dr. Kilroy,” she said, now heading for the doorway out. “The stars that night were right.”
Outside, beyond the room’s solitary window, the silence of the hospital grounds belied many terrible events being enacted all around the globe.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gary Fry lives in Dracula’s Whitby, literally around the corner from where Bram Stoker was staying when he was thinking about that character.
Gary has a PhD in psychology, but his first love is literature. He is the author of many short story collections, novellas, and novels. He was the first author in PS Publishing’s Showcase series, and none other than Ramsey Campbell has described him as “a master.”
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