Coven (47 page)

And silence.

He peered out. The labyrinth had pulsed off,
on its way to its next world. At once the grove and its unholy
inhabitants began to blacken and die.

Besser limped into the outer clearing, using
a sturdy branch as a crutch. He had time now to put his life back
together, but the first thing he had to do was get to a
hospital.

The second thing was to find Wade St. John
and kill him.

He crutched clumsily toward the logging road
which led to Route 13. That’s when he noticed the hole. When he
bent over to take a closer look, two flabby hands reached up and
grabbed onto his head.

««—»»

Penelope couldn’t have been more pleased.
What a nice surprise to have a visitor! She pulled Besser down,
down, down into her hole. She’d actually gotten to like it down
here. So many days and nights of hard work—throwing out dirt and
packing the walls smooth and tight—had enabled her to prepare quite
an impressive little underground home. There was plenty of room for
her to move around. She could lounge back, stretch, flop about—all
at her leisure. What more could a boneless girl ask for? It was
cozy and snug, and she was proud of it.

The appearance of her old biology professor
couldn’t have been better timed. Slobbering, she shrieked her
enthusiasm, wrapping boneless arms around his neck. She had a hard
time squeezing him through—he was so fat—but her new and inspired
strength eventually jerked him all the way into the earthen
cavern.

Besser screamed and screamed and screamed
while Penelope made blubbering giggles. Much like pulling tomatoes
off a vine, she twisted his testicles off and crushed them to pulp
in her hands. She reasoned that Besser was to blame for the death
of her first baby—he’d allowed that awful sister to eat it—so she
equally reasoned that it was his obligation to give her a new baby.
She cooed as she scraped the sperm laden pulp off her hands
into her amorphous sex.

Besser was still screaming, for reasons most
would deem legitimate. Penelope used a broken Kirin bottle to open
him up, parting shanks of flab as easily as new churned
butter, and she cut very deep indeed. Deeper, deeper, and down, the
sharp glass sliced into squirming fat to unveil the succulent
organs of his great tremoring gut.

True, the sisters had removed her bones, but
Penelope still had her teeth, thank God, and after all her labors
down here, she had worked up a considerable appetite.

THE END

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Edward Lee (seen here with his new electronic
cigarette) has had more than 40 books published in the horror and
suspense field, including CITY INFERNAL, THE GOLEM, and BLACK
TRAIN. His movie, HEADER was released on DVD by Synapse Films, in
June, 2009. Recent releases include the stories, “You Are My
Everything” and “The Cyesologniac,” the Lovecraftian novella
“Trolley No. 1852,” and the hardcore novel HAUNTER OF THE
THRESHOLD. Currently, Lee is working on HEADER 3. Lee lives on
Florida’s St. Pete Beach. Visit him online at:

http://www.edwardleeonline.com