Back From The Dead

Chapter Ten

Burying the bum was no problem.

They waited until nightfall to do it. With the homeless man’s very battered body wrapped in plastic garbage bags and stowed in the back of David’s SUV, they drove to the spot well after ten-thirty P.M. Once they were fifty feet down the trail, David popped the headlights back on again; he’d turned them off shortly before he made the turn to head down the rutted dirt road. They were deep enough in the woods now that they wouldn’t be seen. Besides, the other night it had been so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face when you were this far in the woods.

All four of them were silent as David piloted the vehicle through the narrow, twisting road until they reached the small clearing where they’d parked the other evening. Then, like they’d rehearsed this scene a million times, they got out of the vehicle and stepped into motion.

They hauled the plastic-wrapped corpse out of the rear of the SUV and, with David leading the way with a small flashlight, and Steve carrying a pair of shovels, the four threaded their way through brambles and weeds and trees to the clearing. To the sacred spot.

“Here we are,” Gordon said as they stopped in the clearing. Steve handed Gordon a shovel and the boys got to work. Within ten minutes they had a two foot hole dug in the ground, about six feet long and three across. Plenty of room to lay the body in, but not too deep. The guy still had to claw his way out, right?

When they were finished they rolled him into the grave, shoveled the dirt back over him, stomped it down. Then they gathered around and Gordon pulled out the book. Using the illumination of the flashlight provided by Steve, he concluded the ritual by making a hand motion in the air — the sign of the pentagram and the inverted cross. “Abbadon, Damballah, Pazuzu, Azathoth, Hanbi! I beseech thee! Bring what lies dead in this hallowed ground alive!”

Gordon rushed through the ritual, not really caring that he was fumbling it, just wanting to get the hell out of there. It was a still night, and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees. When he was finished, Gordon turned to the group. “It’s done. Let’s go.”

He led them through the darkness to the SUV. When they piled in, Gordon tried not to let his nervousness show. Scott could tell, however. “Fuckin’ pussy,” Scott said, playfully punching his shoulder.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Gordon said. They don’t feel it, he thought. They honestly don’t feel it!

What Gordon felt was that same sense of eerie…presence was the only word he could think of. He’d felt a presence in that clearing, as if something had come alive. It was something unseen and silent. He’d felt it the night he’d come out here a few nights ago to consecrate the ground when those crickets had been jolted out of their rhythm. And he’d felt it again yesterday when David and Scott came with him.

And he felt it now.

David started the vehicle. He was snickering, too. “Count Gaines got you scared of this shit now, huh Gordon?”

“Let’s just go!”

David backed the vehicle around in a clumsy three point turn and piloted it down the dirt path. A moment later they were creeping out onto the secondary road. When there was no signs of cars, David popped the headlights and eased onto the road.

Five minutes later they were speeding east down Newport Road.

“Me and Scott will head out here first thing in the morning,” David said, his features smug. Confident. “We got weight lifting first thing in the morning, so we’ll get here at six. Sound good to you, Scott?”

“Fine with me, man,” Scott said.

“And if he’s clawing his way out, we’ll nab him and get him back to the guest house,” David said.

“What if he’s hostile?” Steve asked. “You know…like in Dawn of the Dead? What if he tries to eat you?”

“Then I’ll shoot him in the head with my.38,” David said. “I’ll have it with me.” He looked at Gordon and Steve in the rearview mirror. “We’ll be fine. This is going to work out. And if it doesn’t…I mean, if the guy doesn’t come back from the dead, no skin off our butts. We’ll just bury him deeper so the animals don’t get him. Right?”

“Yeah,” Steve said.

Gordon nodded. Despite the calm assurances of his friends, he had a hard time believing everything was going to turn out okay.