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Vishtitza - Part 2
By Lee Cushing
Saturday, February 05, 2011

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Watching William turn over the body, David felt sick when he saw the bloodied skull staring out from under the hood of the jacket.
Taking note of David’s reaction, William let the body fall back down, glancing towards the row of trees. “I think we should get back.”

 

Heading back through the door into the hotel with Kenny and David behind him, William unzipped his coat and glanced at Claire as she emerged from the dining room.
        Some of the guests following her out of the dining room, she looked at William as Kenny and David stamped the snow from their boots. “Did you find anyone?”
        “We did find someone.”
        Kenny interrupted William, stepping forward to take hold of his girlfriend’s hand. “Or what was left of something.” He felt Viki Harley tightening her grip on his hand, “It looked like some sick bastard had skinned the poor soul.”
        Meeting Claire’s gaze, William nodded. “There was a body and...”
        There was another interruption from Kenny, “And the psycho that killed whoever that was could still be out there somewhere.”
        William approached him, “Listen, let’s not go and blow things all out of proportion.”
        “Are you kidding me?” Viki pulled away from Kenny, “If there is some sick bastard out there who’s killed someone, don’t you think we should be thinking about getting the hell out of here?”
        Listening from behind the reception counter, Ian stepped towards the group. “I’m sorry, Miss, you were told last night that it would be inadvisable to travel until the conditions of the roads improve.”
        Kenny looked at the other guests and then at William, “I guess we do the next best thing and lock all the doors and windows. Let’s try to keep this psycho outside.”
        William turned his back on Kenny and looked at Ian, “Don’t you think that’s a good suggestion?”
        He nodded, “I’ll take care of it.”
        Without saying another word, William watched Ian head to the front door and bolt it. He glanced across at Kenny, “Keep an eye on things down here, I’m going to see if our mystery guest has woken up yet.”
        Walking past Kenny towards the door to the kitchen, Ian stepped through and headed straight to the door leading out through the back of the hotel. Checking that it was securely bolted and locked, he approached the door leading out into the garage at the side of the hotel.
        Passing through, he reached the closed garage and checked the bolts were securely in place. He stopped when he heard the flapping wings of a single moth, turning to look back at the empty garage.
        The moth landed on his cheek and he shook his head to make it fly away, a trickle of blood beginning to flow where it had landed.
        Making his way back towards the kitchen door, he stumbled and tried supporting himself against the brick wall, his vision starting to get blurred.
        Finding it hard to keep moving even the short distance towards the door, he staggered forward, his legs giving way before he reached the door.
        Falling forward onto his face, Ian heard more flapping wings, the sound drawing his attention towards a small window at the back of the garage.
        The moths surged through a gap between the glass and the frame, swarming into the garage.
 
Closing the door to the door where Ray was taken, William stopped when he saw standing Claire in front of him.
        “Don’t you think we should tell everyone what’s really outside?”
        William shook his head, “They’ll think we nuts.”
        Claire hesitated before continuing, “So what do we do?”
        He walked to the top of the stairs and glanced back, “We hope the Vishtitza are still outside and do what we can to keep them out there.”
        Opening a guest room door as William and Claire headed down the stairs, Christian Todd emerged from his room and watched them disappear into the dining room.


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