Spirits from Beyond g-4

by Simon R. Green

“Have you got anything incendiary?” said Melody.

  “Only metaphorically,” said Happy.

  The darkness was still moving steadily forward. It had almost reached the counter. Everyone backed up against the back wall, staying inside the candlelight. The flickering, unsteady light only held on behind the counter itself now, as the rest of the room was swallowed up by the dark. The yellow light seemed to shrink back from the approaching dark, as though it were afraid of it. The darkness came right up to the far edge of the bar-counter, so close now any of them could have reached across the counter and touched it. JC picked up an empty brandy glass and threw it out into the dark. They all tensed, straining their ears, waiting for the crash of breaking glass. . but it never came. No sound at all from inside the dark.

  “It’s cold,” said Happy. “Can you feel that cold? It’s sort of like a traditional cold spot-an energy drain. The temperature’s plummeting. It’s like the darkness is sucking all the heat out of the room. Or the energy. Maybe all the life. .”

  “You can usually Do Something to stop things like that, Happy,” said JC. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you can do about this?”

  “There’s nothing here to do anything to!” said Happy. “I keep telling you; there’s nothing alive or conscious in that dark, so there’s nothing there for me to work with! We’re trapped here, and we’re helpless. Go on, say something encouraging; I dare you.”

  The darkness swept over the far edge of the counter, and edged forward, inch by inch. The candles disappeared into it, one at a time, their light snapping off. JC and Brook grabbed a candle each and pulled them right back to the inner edge of the counter, to preserve their light. JC, Brook, Happy, and Melody, and the ghost girl Kim, all huddled together, looking desperately around them; but there was nowhere left for them to go. The dark had already swallowed up both ends of the bar, and they couldn’t back away any further. They were already pressed up against the empty shelves that had once been full of bottles. Until they’d exploded.

  Brook looked bitterly at JC. “You’re supposed to be the great expert; you’re supposed to know what to do about things like this! Do Something! There must be something you can do!”

  “I’m thinking,” said JC. “If anyone else has an idea, feel free to contribute.”

  “I’ve still got my machine-pistol,” said Melody. “But without something to aim it at. .”

  “Hang on to it,” said Happy. “In case we need. . a final way out.”

  “Really not helping, Happy,” said JC.

  He yanked off his sunglasses, took a step forward, and glared at the darkness creeping across the counter like a great black wall. His eyes glowed fierce and golden. And the dark stopped, holding its position on the counter like a dark dividing line. And then it pressed forward again.

  “Ah,” said JC. “I was hoping for rather more than that.”

  He broke off as the dark surged forward. It came on in a rush, like a predator pouncing on cornered prey, rolling right over the last of the candlelight. The dark slammed forward and filled all the room. The candlelight disappeared, gone in a moment, and even the golden glow of JC’s eyes blinked out. The dark hit the far wall behind the bar; and there was nothing left but darkness everywhere.

  * * *

  “Everyone stand still!” JC said sharply. “Nobody move an inch! Now, sound off! Is everyone still here?”

  “I’m here, JC,” said Kim.

  “I’m somewhere here,” said Happy. “Can’t see a damned thing. Melody, are you here?”

  “Of course I’m here!” said Melody. “Right beside you. Here, this is my hand. Grab onto it. That way we can’t be separated. I will never let you go, Happy, never leave you. You do know that, right?”

  “Yes,” said Happy. “But I do like to be reminded occasionally. I can feel your hand in mine, feel your shoulder pressing up against mine. But I can’t feel your presence, can’t feel anything. .”

  “Brook?” said JC. “Adrian? Speak up, man; are you still with us?”

  “Yes,” said the barman. “Sorry. Couldn’t say anything there, for a moment. It’s hard to. . to. .”

  “It’s all right,” said JC. “Trust me; we’re all as shaken as you are.”

  “Maybe more,” said Happy.

  “Shut up, Happy,” said JC. “All right; everyone stay exactly where you are! This would be a really bad time to go wandering off on your own and get lost. Adrian, you may hold my arm if you like.”

  “Got you,” said Brook.

  “I said hold it, not crush the bloody thing!”

  “Sorry.”

  “I wish I could hold you, JC,” said Kim. “I feel divorced from the world at the best of times, and this really isn’t helping.”

  “Okay,” said JC. “It’s important we all to stick together. The light might have gone out of the world, but we haven’t gone anywhere. We’re still in the bar. I can feel the floor under my feet and the shelves digging into my back. So the dark hasn’t transported us anywhere. That’s important. We’re still in the bar, still in the King’s Arms. We just have to figure out how to get the lights back on.”

  “Very practical,” said Melody. “Almost inspiring. Can’t say it’s helping me feel any better. I’ve never known anything like this, never encountered a darkness as. . complete as this. I really can’t see my hand in front of my face. I know it’s there because I can feel my palm bumping against the tip of my nose; but I can’t see anything. Not even those little flashes of light you sometimes get when you turn out the light to go to sleep. And it is so cold, JC! I mean really cold! I am freezing my tits off!”

  “It’s the dark,” said Happy. “No light, no energy, and eventually no life. We can’t stay here, JC. The dark is killing us by inches.”

  “Come on, Happy,” said JC, a bit desperately. “Are you sure you can’t sense anything here in the dark with us? Any motivating force?”

  “No,” said Happy. “I can’t sense anything; as though the dark is suppressing my ESP. I can’t See anything; and normally I could See your souls shining at the bottom of a coal mine. Small and insignificant things that they are. . I can’t hear anything except your voices. And all I can feel is the cold. My hands are going numb. Soon I won’t be able to feel your hand, Melody.”

  “Don’t say that,” said Melody. “I won’t be separated from you. I won’t.”

  “What are we going to do?” said Brook, his voice rising hysterically. “I hate this! I hate being here. It’s horrible.”

  “Well, not crushing my arm with your hand would be a good start!” said JC. “Seriously, Adrian, calm down! Or I swear I will find your head in the dark and slap you a good one!”

  “Sorry,” said Brook.

  There was a clicking sound, followed by several more.

  “What was that?” Happy said immediately. “You all heard that, right? Somebody tell me what the hell that was!”

  “I’m trying to get my lighter to light,” said JC. “Ah! Damn!”

  “Now what?” said Melody.

  “I burned my hand on the lighter’s flame,” said JC. “And yes, it does hurt quite a lot, thank you all for asking. So the flame is quite definitely burning, but we can’t see it. We’re being prevented from seeing it, by the dark. Okay, I’ve turned it off again. Now I have taken off my sunglasses. Can anyone see my eyes shining? Even a little bit?”

  “No,” said Kim. “Not even a glimmer. And I can usually see them even when you’ve got your eyes closed, when you’re sleeping.”

  “Far too much information there,” said Melody.

  “It’s like the dark at the end of the world,” said Happy. “When the sun and the stars have all gone out because it’s all over.”

  “It’s not over until I say it’s over,” said JC. “Now everyone hush and let me think.”

  They stood together in the dark for some time. They had no way of knowing how long. It was hard to get any feel for time passing with nothing to judge it against. Minutes could feel
like hours in the dark. Every insomniac knows that. JC glared helplessly about him. He still had his sunglasses in his hand, hoping his altered eyes would let him see something if he gave them enough time to adjust. . but there was nothing around him except the dark. And the cold. And the silence. JC’s thoughts raced frantically back and forth, unable to settle on anything for long, as he raised and discarded one desperate plan after another. There had to be something he could do. . He’d never felt so small, so helpless and vulnerable. . It was like being a small child again, abandoned by his parents to the long marches of the night, after the night-light had finally been switched off.

  No-one ever really remembers how scared of the dark we are as children because we couldn’t bear it.

  “I really don’t like this,” Happy said miserably. “I was very afraid of the dark as a child. Until my psychic abilities kicked in; and then things got really bad. Because then I knew for sure that there really are monsters in the night.”

  “I was scared of the dark when I was a little girl,” said Melody. “I thought there were things in the shadows, in my bedroom, watching me. Bad things. Waiting for me to fall asleep so they could get me. As I grew older, I swore I wouldn’t let myself be afraid of anything. And mostly I’m not.”

  “Only mostly?” said Happy.

  “I’m scared of losing you,” said Melody.

  “Never happen,” said Happy. “Though I must say, it is entirely typical of you to wait till we’re trapped together in the dark, to guilt-trip me.”

  They laughed quietly together in the dark.

  “I hated the dark when I was young because there could be anything in it,” said JC. “Anything at all.”

  “How the hell did you people ever get to be professional Ghost Finders?” said Brook.

  “Therapy,” said JC. “And pay-back.”

  “How’s that working out for you?” said Brook.

  “I found Kim, in the dark,” said JC. “And that makes up for everything.”

  “Darling,” said Kim. “You pick the oddest times to say the nicest things.”

  “Hold everything!” said JC. “Hush, people; let me think this through. It’s just. . dark. Right? Nothing actually there. No physical threat at all apart from the cold. So we’re not in any real danger at all. .”

  “I like the sound of that,” said Happy. “Keep talking. .”

  “If we stay in the dark long enough, we’ll freeze,” said Melody.

  “Or maybe even. . fade away,” said Kim. “I think the dark is erosive to our minds and our souls. No living thing can hope to survive for long in conditions like these.” She paused, as a thought struck her. “JC, the dark followed me back here. Followed me inside the inn. Maybe, if I was to leave the inn again, the dark would follow me out. I could lead it away; and you’d all be safe in the light again.”

  “We are not giving anyone up,” JC said firmly. “And especially not after I got you back.”

  “But I’m already dead!” said Kim.

  “No!” said JC. “We don’t give up anyone on the team to the forces of evil! Not ever! Especially when I’ve suddenly had this really excellent idea. The dark is stronger than any one of us. But all of us together? Do you remember, Happy, when you joined our minds and souls together to make contact with the ghost of the old god Lud, in the dark of London Undertowen? We all glowed so very brightly, pushing back the dark. We all glowed golden, like my eyes.”

  “Yes!” said Kim. “I remember! We shone like the sun. .”

  “I can’t see your eyes glowing now, JC,” said Happy doubtfully.

  “But that’s only me,” said JC. “If you can bind us all together again. .”

  “Happy?” said Melody, when he didn’t immediately reply. “Can you do that?”

  “I don’t see why not,” said Happy; and they could hear his smile even if they couldn’t see it.

  Happy reached out with his mind, forcing it through the resisting dark, jumping from one mind to another, linking them in one formidable thought. He even pulled in Brook’s mind, much to the barman’s surprise. And then Happy led them all in one great shout of defiance against the dark. They blazed with a great golden light, as though some inner fire had ignited their souls. They burned so brightly in the dark, visible to each other at last, despite all the dark could do to stop them. Like living candles, made of light.

  The darkness fell back, unable to face this new light.

  It retreated back over the counter, and back across the room; and more and more of the main bar returned, visible again. The dark swept back, in full retreat now, unable to face or block the power of this new, overwhelming light. Until, finally, the dark hit the outer wall, and the windows, and disappeared back through them. And was gone. The main bar was back, looking exactly as it had, every detail sharp and clear in the steady electric light. Happy let out a great sigh, and collapsed, utterly exhausted. His esper link disappeared in a moment, and everybody was alone in their own head again. The golden glow snapped off. Melody was there to catch Happy in her arms as he fell and hold him. JC vaulted over the top of the bar-counter and ran across the room to peer out the window.

  He grinned back at the others.

  “I can see the moon! And the stars! Everything’s back. . and listen! You can hear the storm again! Everything’s back to normal!”

  “Well,” said Brook, uncertainly, “I don’t know about that. As near to normal as it ever gets around here, perhaps.” He shook his head, frowning. “Funny; it feels like I’ve forgotten something, but I can’t remember what. A dream of. . glowing, like a star. But it’s already fading.”

  “Best way,” said JC, striding back to the counter. “Let it go.”

  Kim burst through the bar to meet him, and did her happy dance in the middle of the room, circling JC and stamping her feet and waving her arms. JC even accompanied her for a few steps.

  “Since we are now in a winning mood,” he announced loudly, “I say we go upstairs and sort out all the bad rooms. Do something positive about the ghost girl Lydia, and the Timeslips, and find out what’s in the room that eats people and kick its nasty arse. Because that’s what we’re here for.”

  “Cocky,” Happy said to Melody, as he got his strength back and his feet under him again. “Definitely cocky. I swear, if I could reduce him to pill form, all my troubles would be over.”

  EIGHT

  CHANGING ROOMS

  JC and Brook led the way up the backstairs to the upper floor. JC took the steps two at a time, grinning broadly. Brook stomped along behind him, more or less resignedly. It was hard to say no to JC when he had the bit between his teeth, ready to dash headlong into action and to hell with the consequences. JC glanced back at Brook and flashed him his best encouraging smile. Brook looked stonily back at him. JC shrugged and pressed on. He swaggered out onto the landing and waited for the others to catch up. He could hear Happy and Melody and Kim talking quietly together, further down the stairs.

  “It does seem to me,” said Happy, “that we are doing this whole joining together thing a little more often than I am comfortable with. Partly because I am, after all, a very private person. .”

  “With so many things it’s best to be private about,” murmured Melody.

  “And also because this whole shining with a very bright light thing strikes me as not always being a good thing,” said Happy, doggedly.

  “It feels easier every time we do it,” said Kim. “As though we’re learning some useful, and perhaps necessary, skill.”

  Happy sniffed loudly. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Kim?”

  “More than you can possibly imagine,” said Kim, smiling brightly.

  “We do blaze very brightly when we join together,” said Melody. “And everyone knows. . the candle that burns twice as bright lasts half as long. It worries me, as to exactly what it is we’re burning. Our life-force? Our souls?”

  Happy sniggered. “Did you just say. .”

  “No I didn’t, and yo
u know it,” Melody said sternly. “Try and keep up with the adults in this conversation, Happy.”

  “I have considered the problem,” said Happy. “Nothing like being permanently paranoid to give you a healthy interest in all the things that can kill you. . When we blaze so very brightly, you have to wonder whose attention we might be attracting. Nothing like an unexpected light in the dark to catch Something’s eye. All sorts of Somethings. .”

  “Well, we know that the inn, or perhaps more properly the local power source, has been blazing brightly enough to pull in all kinds of Really Bad Things,” said Melody. “Like moths to a flame. .”

  “Perhaps we’re drawing the attention of whatever it was that first reached down from Outside and put its mark on JC, in the London Underground,” said Happy. “After all, the light we project when we’re joined does seem very like the light that glows from his eyes. . Anything you’d like to add, Kim?”

  “I’m not disagreeing,” Kim said carefully.

  “But you’re not answering the question,” said Happy.

  “Some questions have no straightforward answers,” said Kim.

  “I am changing the subject,” announced Melody. “On the grounds that you are making my head ache even more than usual. Hey, JC! Question. Why are we still messing about with the problems of this haunted inn when we know the real trouble comes from the storm raging outside?”

  “Because we can do something about haunted inns,” said JC, not looking back. “Haunted inns are in the job description. We know what to do. We don’t know enough about the storm or the power behind it. Not yet. Happy, talk to me!”

  “Any particular subject?” said Happy.

  “You said earlier. . that what was going on here had attracted forces from Beyond, luring them into our reality. So if we can shut down what’s happening in the rooms on this floor, then maybe we can break, or at the very least weaken, the link between the inn and the Powers infesting it.”

  “Good idea,” said Happy. “Worth a try. I suppose.”

  “If only things were that simple,” sighed Kim.