Ghost Walk

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The O’Bannon family—Liam, Connie, and their sons, Connor and Alex—had been looking forward to the Ghost Walk for the last two weeks, ever since they’d heard an ad for it on the radio. At ten and thirteen, respectively, both Connor and Alex were into scary video games and movies. Liam had been the same way as a boy, except that he’d been into horror comic books and movies. He’d never outgrown that infatuation, and he hoped his sons never would either. Connie wasn’t a fan of anything scary—be it comics, video games, movies, or books. She preferred the Lifetime Channel and A&E, and books by Nora Roberts and Nicholas Sparks. The closest she came to horror was the occasional Sherrilyn Kenyon novel. But she was a big fan of her family spending time together, and if this was what it took, then that was okay.

Liam had taken the afternoon off work so that they could arrive early. After sitting in the unexpected traffic jam and finally finding a parking spot, they’d made a beeline for the ticket booth, spying a chance to be among the first in line. While everyone else stopped on the midway, Liam purchased four tickets and they took their places, just inches from the stanchion—with nobody waiting ahead of them. While Liam and the boys held the spot, Connie had gone to a nearby stand and got them slices of pizza and cups of soda. Then they waited patiently for the fun to begin.

The hayride had been fun, if a little too short. So far, it had been Connie’s favorite part of the evening. Liam had put his arm around her when they sat down on a bale. She’d snuggled up against him. He was warm and the evening was chilly. She’d closed her eyes and smiled, remembering how it had been before the boys. Connor and Alex had bounced up and down impatiently, anxious to reach the trail.

And when they did, Connie’s fun ended and the boys’ and Liam’s began. They’d laughed at the various scenic locations along the path—the pterodactyl’s nest, a guillotine, and a reproduction of a windmill from some horror movie that the three of them recognized and Connie didn’t. They’d elbowed each other and shouted in excitement at each stop while Connie recoiled in disgust. Worse was the people in costumes who hid along the trail at random intervals. Some of the costumed monsters jumped out in front of them. Others waited until the O’Bannons had moved past. A man with a chainsaw and a face like a leather sack had chased her twenty yards up the trail while Liam and the boys howled. Somehow, the people hiding along the path seemed to know she was an easy target. Sometimes they acted alone and a few times they had teamed up, trapping the family between them. During one prolonged period of this, Connie had been trapped between Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger. She screamed while her husband and children laughed. When it was over, Connie had laughed with them.

It was a good evening.

They just couldn’t believe how dark it had gotten already—so early in the evening.

The O’Bannon family, for the most part, loved monsters and ghosts.

But it was their real-life ghosts that threatened to tear them apart.

When Connie was pregnant with Alex, Liam had cheated on her with a temporary worker from his office. The girl, Tasha, had left two weeks later, assigned to the next job. She’d e-mailed him once since then, to tell him she was pregnant and getting an abortion. He’d responded, but Tasha hadn’t answered. He’d never seen her again—but the guilt remained. Both for what he’d done to Connie and what he’d done to Tasha.

During her final year of college, Connie had been unfortunately saddled with a manic-depressive roommate named Celeste. While Connie enjoyed all that her final year had to offer, Celeste usually sat in the room with the lights turned off, listening to Depeche Mode—or, as Connie called them Depressed Mood—and getting high. Once a week, Celeste would threaten to kill herself, but after a half-dozen false alarms, Connie and her friends chalked it up to cries for attention, and ignored her further threats to do the same. Until the night when Celeste did it. Connie had been going to a party. Celeste had begged her to stay and talk. Said she was feeling low. Connie had left anyway, telling Celeste to just get some sleep. Instead, Celeste had sliced her wrists open, straight down, palm to elbow. She’d bled out on the bathroom floor, her blood congealing on the tiles before anyone found her. Connie had never forgiven herself for not staying. For not listening. For not being a friend.

Even at their young age, Connor and Alex had ghosts, as well.

Two years ago, Connor had shot a bird out of a tree with his BB gun. When he walked up to it, he heard frightened chirping above his head. The bird had been a mother, and her four babies trembled in their nest, cold and hungry and scared. Connor felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t know what to do. The babies wouldn’t stop squawking. So he knocked the nest out of the tree and killed them, too. That night, he hadn’t eaten dinner. His stomach hurt too badly.

Although his family didn’t know it, Alex was a thief. He stole his brother’s toys, change from the jar on top of his father’s dresser, and bills from his mother’s purse. He stole at school, at church, and even last year at summer camp. At his bravest moment, he’d stolen a video game from a neighbor’s yard sale. He liked how it made him feel. Liked the illicit thrill. But late at night, he worried what would happen if he ever got caught.

These were the ghosts they kept from each other—their most private, secret torments. This was what kept them apart, even on nights like this when they thought they were happy and having fun and loved.

Eventually, they entered the maze house. It was pitch-black inside. The boys led the way, stretching out their arms and touching the walls with their fingertips. Connie and Liam followed behind. In the darkness, Liam playfully squeezed her butt. Connie elbowed him in the stomach. They moved slowly, feeling their way along, and hitting many dead ends. Backtracking, they eventually found their way to the center of the building. A flashing strobe light hung from the ceiling. The entire room had been painted in a black and white checkerboard pattern—the floor, all four walls, and the ceiling. As they crossed the room, the O’Bannons marveled at the effect. It appeared as if they were moving in slow motion. It made Connie dizzy. She reached for the wall to steady herself, and noticed that the wall had eyes. And a mouth.

The mouth was grinning.

Shrieking, Connie jumped backward, hiding behind Liam. As they watched, a figure detached from the wall and moved toward them. It was another Ghost Walk volunteer. His clothing had the same checkerboard pattern as the rest of the room. Even his exposed skin—his hands and face—had been painted in the same fashion. Connie smiled in smug satisfaction as the boys and even Liam fled, screaming.

They plunged down another dark hallway, and were back to feeling their way through the impenetrable gloom. Eventually, they reached the maze house’s exit and emerged back into the night. This part of the trail had been strung with twinkling orange lights. They reflected off the white lines on each side of the path. After pausing to laugh about their encounter, the family moved along. Behind them, they heard another group screaming as they encountered the checkered man.

“That was awesome,” Liam said.

“Yeah,” Connor agreed. “Can we do it again?”

“There are people behind us, buddy. We have to keep moving. But maybe after we get to the end, we can go back through if the line isn’t too long.”

Both boys cheered. Connie groaned. They moved on. Connor and Alex ran ahead. Liam and Connie held hands.

Running footsteps pounded toward them. A man dressed like a werewolf rounded the corner, clutching his rubber mask in his hands. His eyes flashed terror.

“It’s my grandma,” he shouted, racing past them. “She’s down there!”

Liam reached for the fleeing man. “Is she hurt?”

The volunteer werewolf brushed by him, barely stopping.

“No, man. She ain’t hurt. She’s fucking dead! Has been for twenty years.”

He ran past them and disappeared into the woods.

“That guy was weird,” Connor said, staring in confusion.

“It’s just part of the show,” Liam said, trying to reassure his family. “It’s all an act.”

Connie frowned. “Well, I definitely don’t approve of his language.”

“Come on,” Alex urged. “Let’s keep going.”

More screams and laughter drifted out of the maze house as they started down the trail again. Curiously, there were now screams ahead of them, as well.

“I thought we were the first ones through,” Connor said.

“We are,” Liam assured him.

“So who’s screaming?”

“It’s just the people hiding up ahead. They’re trying to psyche us out.”

The trail sloped downhill and then began to curve around, heading in the other direction. Liam guessed they must be at the halfway point. The trail grew darker as they reached the bottom of the hill. The white lines on both sides of the path faded, as if eaten by the dark. It was colder here. Connie and the kids shivered. The string of orange lights flickered. The screams increased in pitch and intensity, and then abruptly ceased.

Liam frowned. “What the—”

As they watched, the lights began to go out, one by one. Then they realized that they weren’t going out—they were being blacked out. Something was creeping across them. Something that moved like smoke.

It was the night.

The night was moving.

“Look at that,” Alex gasped.

Darkness flowed across the forest floor like water and wound between the trees like a snake. Everything it touched disappeared, encased in an impenetrable, obsidian shroud.

Connor grabbed his mother’s hand and squeezed.

“T-this is part of the show, too, right, Daddy?” Alex asked.

Liam couldn’t answer him because Liam was speechless. Tasha, the girl he’d had the affair with, stepped out of the darkness, naked and glistening with ebony liquid. The dark matter dripped from her pores. She reached for him, breasts heaving, and Liam gasped, terrified that his worst nightmare—Connie finding out about Tasha—had now come true.

Except that Connie didn’t notice because Celeste was gripping her hand. A second ago it had been Connor. But when she glanced down to reassure her son, she saw Celeste’s arm instead, sliced from palm to elbow, flayed skin hanging down in flaps, and black blood dripping from the wound.

For Connor, the darkness sounded like a flock of baby birds. Their wings beat against his upturned hands.

For Alex, the sky rained black coins, all stolen from his father’s dresser. They pelted his skin, their impact like bullets.

The O’Bannon family screamed as one and Nodens began to feed.

At the entrance to the Ghost Walk, Ken nodded at each customer as they climbed aboard the waiting hay wagon. Many of them reacted to the sounds drifting out of the woods. Some of them looked frightened. Others looked excited.

Grinning, Ken nudged the security man next to him.

“Listen to that. You hear those screams?”

“I sure do, Mr. Ripple. Sounds like it’s a big hit. People are having fun and getting spooked. We should get some great word of mouth tomorrow.”

More screams echoed across the field.

“Yeah.” Ken smiled. “It really is beautiful, isn’t it? That’s the sound of success. We’re doing good things here tonight.”

Nodens continued to feed, sending tendrils and feelers in all directions, consuming every living thing it touched—taking the form of their greatest fears and confronting them with it, waiting until their energy peaked from terror and pain and regret, and then gorging itself, draining them dry and spreading onward.

It pushed more of itself into the world, and felt the walls shake around it. They grew more fragile with each passing minute. Soon, they would shatter altogether and the feast would truly begin.

Until then, Nodens was content with the appetizers. It took plea sure in the horror it caused. It relished the destruction. Reveled in the anguish that it knew the Creator must feel every time it or one of the other Thirteen did this. Every time they snuffed out another of His favored creations.

The darkness continued to expand, engulfing everything in its path.

Another group of people had just emerged from the maze house when a wave of darkness rolled over them. It flowed through the building’s exit, racing down the winding hallways—darker than the darkness around it. It crashed over the roof and wrapped itself around the trees towering above the maze house. Then it gushed down the other side of the building and sent ebony tentacles rushing into the entrance, as well, trapping those inside. Their screams faded quickly.

Tammy Hays had volunteered to be a Ghost Walk runner. She was delivering hot chocolate to the other volunteers when the darkness took her. For Tammy, the darkness looked like snakes.

Benson Nugent was hiding behind a wall of cornstalks, waiting to jump out at a group of teens. Benson wore glasses and they kept fogging up beneath his rubber mask. He heard the screams all around him, but the sound didn’t concern him. There was supposed to be screaming. When the teens faltered, Benson pulled off his mask and quickly tried to clean his lenses. He noticed the darkness pooling around his feet. Then it turned into a pool of water, just like the pond he’d almost drowned in when he was nine.

Doris Anderson, Philip Nguyen, Steve Midler, and Sara McCauliff heard Benson’s screams. Doris and Sara screamed along with him, frightened by the outburst. Philip and Steve laughed, assuming it was part of the show. Then a wave of darkness swelled out of the forest and crashed down on them. Doris saw spiders, Philip saw the parents who’d given him up for adoption, Steve saw his drunken father, and Sara drowned as the darkness filled her lungs and throat. They were all swept away in a flood of black.

Jim “Jimbo” Sylva and Brandon Clark had a sweet setup. They’d located their hiding spaces directly across the trail from each other. They jokingly called it The Gauntlet. Passersby had no choice but to walk between them, at which point Jimbo and Brandon could jump out and give them a double-whammy of a scare. When they heard footsteps approaching, they leaped out onto the path—only to be confronted by a nine-foot-tall cancerous tumor and a wall of black fire, respectively.

Some surrendered to the darkness right away. Others, driven mad by its touch, insane by having their fears exposed, pulled away and attacked the others around them.

Christopher Jones had listened to Ken earlier. He’d removed his chain from his chainsaw. But now, after just reliving the car crash that had killed his parents, he’d changed his mind. He dug through his toolbox, hidden behind his wall of cornstalks. The darkness hovered around him, enjoying the emotions pouring from his body. Christopher grabbed a wrench and put the chain back on. Then, repositioning his Leatherface mask, he began to systematically slaughter others along the trail, until the darkness took him completely.

Throughout the forest, the screams grew louder and the darkness grew thicker.

Nodens continued to feed, siphoning off their energies and leaving behind empty husks. With each victim, its mass grew—but its movements were still limited. On the other side, it strained against the walls, felt them weaken. Nodens knew impatience for the first time. It was eager. Ravenous.

Soon.

Ken listened to the screams and stared at the exit. He felt uneasy. Apprehensive. Something was wrong. The shrieks and shouts coming from the Ghost Walk seemed frenzied. There was no laughter, only screaming.

And the exit remained empty.

The tractors had continued taking people to the entrance. Group after group walked into the forest.

But nobody was coming out.

“What the hell is going on? Where is everybody?”

He wondered again where Terry was, and felt the first real pangs of fear.

The screams reached a fevered pitch. Now, many of the volunteers and attendees were beginning to look unsettled. They kept glancing nervously at the woods.

Ken pulled aside some security personnel and asked them to hold off on sending anyone else in. Then he flagged down the tractors and told the farmers the same thing. Grabbing a flashlight, Ken walked toward the darkened entrance.