by Alan Spencer
Craig was unable to curb his outburst. “I’m done! I want to see Dr. Herbert. You’re a crackpot. I’m here for twenty minutes, and you’re already asking me about Katie. Aren’t you supposed to build up to that? Yes, you are. This is ninth inning stuff, not first pitch.”
The doctor was pleased, speaking above a whisper, “This is how you’re supposed to react.”
“Oh, here’s more psychobabble talk. Do you have a self-help book for me to buy? Will it explain to me how to screw my own brain? And let me guess, you’d like to watch?”
The doctor clapped his hands together once. “Oh, this is splendid.”
“I won’t go to jail.” Craig bolted from his chair and hovered at the door. “I’ll tell them about you. I’ll visit Dr. Herbert. According to my documents, I’m supposed to see him anyway. I’m sure it’ll hold up in court.”
“Absolutely, but you won't be leaving anytime soon to do those things.”
Craig’s blood was stewing in his veins. "And why the hell not?”
“Go ahead and leave,” the doctor suggested, waving his handkerchief in dismissal. “I’m done with twenty questions. Do as you wish. I’ve got you worked up. You’re ready for the machine.”
Craig refused to play into the doctor’s game. He prayed every psychiatrist wasn’t this unprofessional, or else he was prison bound.
He stormed out of the door and slammed it closed, hearing from the other side a set of plaques collapse from the wall.
There goes Dr. Krone’s well-established career all over the floor.
Craig rushed to what he guessed was the exit, taking wide, fast steps, the escape being fifteen paces north of him. Rachael wasn’t in sight, though he didn’t bother to glance at the main desk to say goodbye.
Then a cold drop startled him. It stained his eyebrow. Blood. Touching it, he found the bandage was sodden through. Why hadn’t Dr. Krone said anything? Was it bloody during the interview?
This is one of those places that will inevitably be closed down. I’ll hear about them on one of those investigative news programs.
He decided he could better inspect the bandage in his car. Closing in on the exit, he reached out for the door knob.
The knob was the only part of the door that was real.
Staggering back a step, he muttered, “You’re kidding me.”
He jangled the doorknob, and it ripped from the wall, plaster pieces crumbling to his feet. It’d been glued in place. The door frame was painted brown. A faded purple drape shielded a fake glass pane. How hadn’t he noticed it before? Obvious was too light of a word.
And then something sharp nipped him in the back. “Ahhh!”
Rachel’s soft smiling face turned maniacal. She wheezed from a cracked open mouth that issued the tang of cinnamon hard candy.
She was laughing, enjoying his shock as he faltered to the floor. “This’ll be a simple visit. A summer’s breeze, Mr. Horsy!”
The room twirled. He was spinning slowly on a merry-go-round. His vision turned into ripples of water, and he reached out to touch the ripples, but he came up empty and feeling foolish. She shoved him down the rest of the way to the ground with a kick to the back of his knees. He landed face-first against the carpeted floor, the ground smelling of rubber and sterile cleaner. She straddled his back, and another cold prick to the neck later, he plunged under those ripples of water into unconsciousness.
Protect All Monsters
Alan Spencer
The monsters are escaping!
For fifty years a secret island has existed, a cross between a prison and a preserve, created by the government to end the threat of monster attacks in the general population. Here, in relative ease, vampires, werewolves and zombies co-exist peacefully, given all the blood and meat they want by human caretakers. In exchange, the monsters do not kill.
Addey is a new worker on the island, shoveling human entrails into the zombie pit. But she has uncovered something truly horrifying—an escape plan decades in the making. Now, with time running out, it’s up to her to prevent the monsters from breaking free and launching an unprecedented reign of terror on mankind.
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