Dean R. Koontz - Darkfall

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DARKFALL
By Dean R. Koontz
Synopsis:
At first the police thought they were dealing with a psychopath or a
vicious gangland war. Then, they heard the eerie sounds in the
ventilation system and saw the silver eyes in the night. In a city
paralyzed by a blizzard, something watches--something whose ultimate
victims are young and innocent.
PROLOGUE
Wednesday, December 8, 1:12 A.M.
Penny Dawson woke and heard something moving furtively in the dark
bedroom.
At first she thought she was hearing a sound left over from her dream.
She had been dreaming about horses and about going for long rides in the
country, and it had been the most wonderful, special, thrilling dream
she'd ever had in all of her eleven-and-a-half dream-filled years. When
she began to wake up, she struggled against consciousness, tried to hold
on to sleep and prevent the lovely fantasy from fading. But she heard
an odd sound, and it scared her. She told herself it was only a horse
sound or just the rustle of straw in the stable in her dream. Nothing
to be alarmed about. But she couldn't convince herself; she couldn't
tie the strange Knead to her dream and she woke up all the way.
The peculiar noise was coming from the other side of the room, from
Davey's bed. But it wasn't ordinary, middle-of-the-night,
seven-year-old-boy, pizza-and-icecream-for-dinner noise. It was a
sneaky sound. Definitely sneaky.
What was he doing? What trick was he planning this time?
Penny sat up in bed. She squinted into the impenetrable shadows, saw
nothing, cocked her head, and listened intently.
A rustling, sighing sound disturbed the stillness. Then silence.
She held her breath and listened even harder.
Hissing. Then a vague, shuffling, scraping noise.
The room was virtually pitch-black. There was one window, and it was
beside her bed; however, the drape was drawn shut, and the alleyway
outside was especially dark tonight, so the window provided no relief
from the gloom.
The door was ajar. They always slept with it open a couple of inches,
so Daddy could hear them more easily if they called for him in the
night. But there were no lights on in the rest of the apartment, and no
light came through the partly open door.
Penny spoke softly: "Davey?"
He didn't answer.
"Davey, is that you?"
Rustle-rustle-rustle.
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"Davey, stop it."
No response.
Seven-year-old boys were a trial sometimes. A truly monumental pain.
She said, "If you're playing some stupid game, you're going to be real
sorry."
A dry sound. Like an old, withered leaf crunching crisply under
someone's foot.
It was nearer now than it had been.
"Davey, don't be weird."
Nearer. Something was coming across the room toward the bed.
It wasn't Davey. He was a giggler; he would have broken up by now and
would have given himself away.
Penny's heart began to hammer, and she thought: Maybe this is just
another dream, like the horses, only a bad one this time.
But she knew she was wide awake.
Her eyes watered with the effort she was making to peer through the
darkness. She reached for the switch on the cone-shaped reading lamp
that was fixed to the headboard of her bed. For a terribly long while,
she couldn't find it. She fumbled desperately in the dark.
The stealthy sounds now issued from the blackness beside her bed. The
thing had reached her.
Suddenly her groping fingers found the metal lampshade, then the switch.
A cone of light fell across the bed and onto the floor.
Nothing frightening was crouched nearby. The reading lamp didn't cast
enough light to dispel all the shadows, but Penny could see there wasn't
anything dangerous, menacing, or even the least bit out of place.
Davey was in his bed, on the other side of the room, Davey tangled in
his covers, sleeping beneath large posters of Chewbacca the Wookie, from
Star Wars, and E.T.
Penny didn't hear the strange noise any more. She knew she hadn't been
imagining it, and she wasn't the kind of girl who could just turn off
the lights and pull the covers over her head and forget about the whole
thing. Daddy said she had enough curiosity to kill about a thousand
cats. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and stood very still
in her pajamas and bare feet, steaming.
Not a sound.
Finally she went over to Davey and looked at him more closely. Her
lamp's light didn't reach this far; he lay mostly in shadows, but he
seemed to be sound asleep. She leaned very close, watching his eyelids,
and at last she decided he wasn't faking it.
The noise began again. Behind her.
She whirled around.
It was under the bed now. A hissing, scraping, softly rattling sound,
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not particularly loud, but no longer stealthy, either.
The thing under the bed knew she was aware of it. It was making noise
on purpose, teasing her, trying to scare her.
No! she thought. That's silly.
Besides, it wasn't a thing, wasn't a boogeyman. She was too old for
boogeymen. That was more Davey's speed.
This was just a . . . mouse. Yes! That was it. Just a mouse, more
scared than she was.
She felt somewhat relieved. She didn't like mice, didn't want them
under her bed, for sure, but at least there was nothing too frightening
about a lowly mouse.
It was grody, creepy, but it wasn't big enough to bite her head off or
anything major like that.
She stood with her small hands fisted at her sides, trying to decide
what to do next.
She looked up at Scott Baio, who smiled down at her from a poster that
hung on the wall behind her bed, and she wished he were here to take
charge of the situation.
Scott Baio wouldn't be scared of a mouse; not in a million years. Scott
Baio would crawl right under the bed and grab that miserable rodent by
its tail and carry it outside and release it, unharmed, in the alley
behind the apartment building, because Scott Baio wasn't just brave-he
was good and sensitive and gentle, too.
But Scott wasn't here. He was out there in Hollywood, making his TV
show.
Which left Daddy.
Penny didn't want to wake her father until she was absolutely,
positively, one hundred percent sure there actually was a mouse. If
Daddy came looking for a mouse and turned the room upside-down and then
didn't find one, he'd treat her as if she were a child, for God's sake.
She was only two months short of her twelfth birthday, and there was
nothing she loathed more than being treated like a child.
She couldn't see under the bed because it was very dark under there and
because the covers had fallen over the side; they were hanging almost to
the floor, blocking the view.
The thing under the bed-the mouse under the bed! -hissed and made a
gurgling-scraping noise. It was almost like a voice. A raspy, cold,
nasty little voice that was telling her something in a foreign language.
Could a mouse make a sound like that?
She glanced at Davey. He was still sleeping.
A plastic baseball bat leaned against the wall beside her brother's bed.
She grabbed it by the handle.
Under her own bed, the peculiar, unpleasant hissing
scratching-scrabbling continued.
She took a few steps toward her bed and got down on the floor, on her
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hands and knees. Holding the plastic bat in her right hand, she
extended it, pushed the other end under the drooping blankets, lifted
them out of the way, and pushed them back onto the bed where they
belonged.
She still couldn't see anything under there. That low space was
cave-black.
The noises had stopped.
Penny had the spooky feeling that something was peering at her from
those oily black shadows . . . something more than just a mouse . .
. worse than just a mouse . . . something that knew she was only a
weak little girl . . . something smart, not just a dumb animal,
something at least as smart as she was, something that knew it could
rush out and gobble her up alive if it really wanted to.
Cripes. No. Kid stuff. Silliness.
Biting her lip, determined not to behave like a helpless child, she
thrust the fat end of the baseball bat under the bed. She probed with
it, trying to make the mouse squeal or run out into the open.
The other end of the plastic club was suddenly seized, held. Penny
tried to pull it loose. She couldn't. She jerked and twisted it. But
the bat was held fast.
Then it was torn out of her grip. The bat vanished under the bed with a
thump and a rattle.
Penny exploded backwards across the floor-until she bumped into Davey's
bed. She didn't even remember moving. One instant she was on her hands
and knees beside her own bed; the next instant she banged her head
against the side of Davey's mattress.
Her little brother groaned, snorted, blew out a wet breath, and went
right on sleeping.
Nothing moved under Penny's bed.
She was ready to scream for her father now, ready to risk being treated
like a child, more than ready, and she did scream, but the word
reverberated only in her mind: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! No sound issued
from her mouth. She had been stricken temporarily dumb.
The light flickered. The cord trailed down to an electrical outlet in
the wall behind the bed. The thing under the bed was trying to unplug
the lamp.
"Daddy! "
She made some noise this time, though not much; the word came out as a
hoarse whisper.
And the lamp winked off.
In the lightless room she heard movement. Something came out from under
the bed and started across the floor.
"Daddy!"
She could still only manage a whisper. She swallowed, found it
difficult, swallowed again, trying to regain control of her
half-paralyzed throat.
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A creaking sound.
Peering into the blackness, Penny shuddered, whimpered.
Then she realized it was a familiar creaking sound.
The door to the bedroom. The hinges needed oiling.
In the gloom, she detected the door swinging open, sensed more than saw
it: a slab of darkness moving through more darkness. It had been ajar.
Now, almost certainly, it was standing wide open. The hinges stopped
creaking.
The eerie rasping-hissing sound moved steadily away from her. The thing
wasn't going to attack, after all. It was going away.
Now it was in the doorway, at the threshold.
Now it was in the hall.
Now at least ten feet from the door.
Now . . . gone.
Seconds ticked by, slow as minutes.
What had it been?
Not a mouse. Not a dream.
Then what? '
Eventually, Penny got up. Her legs were rubbery.
She groped blindly, located the lamp on Davey's headboard. The switch
clicked, and light poured over the sleeping boy. She quickly turned the
cone-shaped shade away from him.
She went to the door, stood on the threshold, listened to the rest of
the apartment. Silence. Still shaky, she closed the door. The latch
clicked softly.
Her palms were damp. She blotted them on her pajamas.
Now that sufficient light fell on her bed, she returned and looked
beneath it. Nothing threatening crouched under there.
She retrieved the plastic baseball bat, which was hollow, very
lightweight, meant to be used with a plastic Whiffle Ball. The fat end,
seized when she'd shoved it under the bed, was dented in three places
where it had been gripped and squeezed. Two of the dents were centered
around small holes. The plastic had been punctured. But . . . by
what? Claws?
Penny squirmed under the bed far enough to plug in her lamp. Then she
crossed the room and switched off Davey's lamp.
Sitting on the edge of her own bed, she looked at the closed hall door
for a while and finally said, "Well."
What had it been?
The longer she thought about it, the less real the encounter seemed.
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