I heard the splintering of wood and looked up to see the top of the farmhouse cave in in the middle. The screams were horrible. Within seconds, the house was gone and the thing continued walking through the forest. "The Elmer Fryes had been erased from Dunwich."
I made my way up to Sentinel Hill where the final confrontation would take place. I had walked this route before with Lovecraft/Armitage but this time felt different. I could feel the wind on my face. My body had form and substance where before it was only dust and mist. Sometimes I was Rice. Sometimes I was Morgan. And once, just once, there was a brief time when I could have sworn I was Armitage and I was spraying the spawn of Azathoth with the powder.
Above me there was the usual half-face squirming in torment except, this time, it stopped. It looked straight at me, ignoring the other two. "And what do you think you're looking at?" it said before it went back to its part and obligingly disappeared. I almost expected it to say "I'm gonna keep my eye on you" before it left, but it didn't. Afterwards we went back to the circle of terrified townsfolk and Armitage went into his speech. "Watch the skies!" I mouthed behind him. "Watch the skies!" The townspeople looked at me as if perhaps the wrong thing had been sprayed with the powder on the hill.
I regretted not seeing Old Wizard Whateley this trip. He was always a lot of fun to talk to, particularly if you got a few drinks into him.
When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed.
I'd been in them before, of course, so this was no real strange thing to me, but it still wasn't a good sign. There was a strong coppery taste in my mouth. I knew that wasn't a good sign either. My finger was hooked into one of those machines and I could hear the heartbeat monitor behind me, happily beeping away. (I've always wondered why they put those things just out of your sight. As if watching your heartbeat might make it stop.) I felt weak and worn out. My clothes were gone and I was in the hospital gown. Lovecraft was sitting in the chair nearby.
"Can you believe what they've done to my city?" he asked when he saw I was finally awake. "They tore up the bridge. Tore up that historic bridge to make room for more traffic and make the downtown more scenic." He pronounced scenic with an extra flourish of sarcasm.
"Where am I?" My bed was encircled by one of those curtains but, because of the lack of noise, I could tell I wasn't in an emergency ward. It was still somewhat light out, so I knew it was daytime but I didn't know what day.
"You're in Rhode Island Hospital. It's attached to Jane Brown, you know. I went and looked in at the room where I died. There's a nurses' station there now. Everything changes."
I pulled the cord and buzzed for the nurse.
A large woman in a white uniform came a few minutes later. She explained that I had been unconscious for the last few days after I'd come into the emergency room by ambulance. "You've had an attack," she said and Dr. Lyons had me admitted. She'd alert him that I was awake and left the room after giving me some more medication. "Painkillers," she said, but she didn't bother to tell me what kind.
Inspector Legrasse walked by my door and waved at Lovecraft. He was dragging along some half-crazed swamp dweller behind him.
A little while later, Dr. Lyons came in but he looked an awful lot like Jeffrey Coombs from Re-Animator.
"Mike," he said.
"Dr. Lyons," I replied in my best Jack Webb voice. "Where's Bill Gannon? I heard he got arrested for wife beating."
He looked at me as if I was some sort of test bug. "What?"
"Nothing. Just a bad TV reference. What am I doing here?"
Dr. Lyons pulled up a chair. "You had an attack."
"What kind of an attack?"
He sat there for a moment, searching for the right words. "You were at work. Do you remember that?"
I nodded yes.
"You were waiting on a customer. He was a black gentleman. In the middle of the transaction you began screaming and yelling for him to leave you alone. In fact, I'm told that you actually said that the man should 'take his old witch away and stop haunting you.' Sound familiar?"
"No. Not at all. I really did that?"
"I'm afraid so. A few of your co-workers tried to get you to calm down, but you went into a spasm and blacked out. You've been here for two days."
I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but all I could see were those weird dimensional things from From Beyond circling his head.
"What happened?"
"The tumor is growing. It's pressing on the part of your brain that covers motor functions and memory. I don't know what's happening to it. It almost seems as if something is making it grow faster." He paused for a moment. "Michael, you're experiencing hallucinations."
"Oh?"
"It's not unusual, given the tumor's location. But I admit that I didn't think this would happen so quickly."
Dr. Lyons/Herbert West stood up so he would appear more impressive.
"Michael, you need to have the operation."
"We've gone over that before."
"I know. You don't have the money or insurance. But we'll find a way, Michael. You've got to do this."
I looked at him. It was easier to just go along.
"Okay. Sure."
"Good. I've got you set up for the operation in two days. We'll keep you here and keep an eye on you until then. Okay?"
I nodded.
"All right. Just rest easy. I'll be back later."
After he left, I lay there for about ten minutes. Then I got up, got dressed, and left. Lovecraft followed me out. No one stopped me. It seemed that no one took any notice of me, and I wondered if they saw me at all or if it was just the way things are in Rhode Island.
I took the bus home.
There was only one message on my machine. It was from my boss. "Michael. um, I'm sorry to have to say this but we're going to have to let you go. I hope you understand. We just can't have any more scenes like today. I know you have problems but, legally, we can't afford the risk. Sorry. We'll mail you your last paycheck. Um. so you don't really need to come back. Okay? Hope everything works out for you. Bye."
I took an extra dose of the herb/vitamin potion and laid down in bed.
"So now what are you going to do?" asked Lovecraft.
I didn't say anything.
Lovecraft was standing near the window. There wasn't much of a view to see. He had on one of his father's old suits. It fitted him pretty well but was still a little loose in the shoulders. I wasn't sure if it was one of the suits that got stolen while he was in New York.
"You know," I finally said, "I've read both of the biographies. Joshi's and de Camp's."
He grimaced.
"At least Joshi took the time to try and understand the era," he responded. "De Camp lived through some of it and he still couldn't understand how it affected me."
"They never said much about your death. About how you felt as you lay there in that bed at Jane Brown."
He turned to look at me. For some reason, his lantern jaw looked more solid. I could almost swear that his chin was reflecting the light.
"Go to sleep, Michael." It was the first time I had heard him refer to me by name.
I went to sleep.
Professor Wilmarth/Lovecraft was talking about the black stone. Akeley had sent it through the mail and it had disappeared. I took out the stone from Machen's "Novel of the Black Seal" and showed it to him. He was interested but disappointed. "Yes, but it's not quite what we're looking for." He played the record for me and I listened to that strange otherworldly voice.