There was one thing I refused to think about. What if it had been more than a day? What if it had been a week-or a year, or-? But I clamped down on that monkey, I caged it up and bound and gagged it. Gibbering and with eyes full of madness, it was a thought that could not even be considered. It had been a day, I told myself, and only a day, and it was weird, but that was all it was.
I picked up the second note. It was from the Preacher.
Gannon, I know it will most likely be you who reads this. I’ve observed a phenomenon from my hilltop which you can’t see from the town. I’ve decided to go investigate. When it begins to get dark, gaze to the northwest and you will see where I’ve gone. God willing, I will join you at the center.
— John Thomas
“What do we do?” asked Monika.
“I suppose we wait until dark.”
While we waited, we found some coffee to brew up on an ancient propane stove along with a can of chili and half-empty box of very stale crackers. We scraped chili onto the crackers. It actually tasted pretty good. As we ate them, I couldn’t help but wonder if a box of crackers would last a year before turning to dust. Probably, I had to admit. But not a century.
“I would have liked your home, Gannon,” Monika told me after a time.
“Indiana?”
“Yes. It makes me think of my home. Cool air, trees, hills.”
“You mean you would have liked it more before the changes?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Well, I like you Monika, just the way you are.”
She flashed me a shy smile and looked back down at her food. I wondered if smiling a lot was embarrassing in her country. They must think that we all grinned all the time like fools. But TV and Hollywood and models in magazines didn’t matter anymore. They didn’t even exist anymore. The world had become a quiet, empty place. I tried to cut off that depressing line of thought.
As I finished the last of our meal, I wondered vaguely about the cave. If we had spent more than a day in that cave, wouldn’t we be hungrier afterwards? Or had time slowed down for our stomachs as well? I was hungry, but not ravenous. I tried again with a force of will to put the whole thing out of my mind.
“It’s getting dark,” Monika said in a hushed voice. I nodded and we moved out to stand on the hilltop. The planted sticks at the very crest of the hill that marked the makeshift cemetery rattled when the breeze shifted. I saw that the Preacher had gone to the effort of scratching names and dates in the crossed sticks that marked the graves. The three graves of the Krenzer children had a date of simply October. I suppose a year wasn’t necessary. If ever there was a good time to start counting years from zero again, this was it.
We watched the last trickle of sunlight die in the west. The cloud cover had broken up enough to see the sunset. It burned the sky a blazing orange that was streaked with lavender clouds. I tried not to see anything suspicious in the skies. There had been colorful sunsets before, and there was nothing strange about it. I had my arm around Monika’s shoulders and she leaned up against me.
But as the sunlight died, the strange landscape of the town laid out before us did take on an alien and sinister aspect. There was no denying that things had changed down there. The town was dark, of course. The street lights and moving headlights and twinkling stop lights you would have seen in abundance just a few months ago were all gone. Human civilization had ground to a halt, like some extinct beast of the plains. We had not gone out with a bang, but rather with a heavy sigh.
The gloom of night descended on Redmoor while we watched. Inky shadows grew from the buildings, purple and indigo and flat black. These shadows pooled together and drowned entire streets and neighborhoods, swallowing them from our view.
A few twinkling white lights were visible at the medical center. Propane lanterns, no doubt. It was so strange and lonely to be able to see only one other spot of human habitation in the middle of what had once been a bustling town.
“Look, there,” said Monika, pointing toward the east, toward the downtown district. Finally, I saw what the notes were about. In the entire downtown area, there was only one sickly yellow glow visible. It wasn’t the white shine of a lantern or the yellow twinkle of a campfire. It was an unnatural yellow glow, and it seemed to pulsate gently as we watched. It reminded me immediately of the glowing nimbus I’d seen around the hag that one night, while we walked together in the woods.
It gave me a chill to see it. I wondered if you were down there, carrying a lantern in those streets, if you would even notice the shimmering yellowy air. Would the glare of your lantern drown it out?
“What part of town is that?” she asked me.
“Downtown. The old part of town, shops and-” and then I had it. “It’s the pharmacy. It’s Wilton, I bet.” Even as I said it I was sure. It was Wilton doing only the Lord knew what. Could she have possibly changed so much that she glowed in the dark like a ghostly yellow heartbeat?
“Look, out there, too,” she said, pointing out to the west side, out in the blackness beyond the town. Another spot, much similar to the one in town, glowed and glimmered. But it was a bluish glow this time, and it was brighter.
Monika slipped her arm around me and her cheek pressed against my chest. “Isn’t that out in the forest?” she asked in a whisper. It was silly to think that whoever was there in that glowing spot would hear us from two miles or more away, but that is how it felt, seeing those lights. They made you want to crawl somewhere and hide.
“No, that spot is out in the Lake.”
I thought about the spot, and I knew in my bones where it was, but I hesitated to say it. Somehow, saying it aloud gave it power. Speaking of evil made it more real, my instincts screamed at me, but I overcame them.
“It’s Elkinsville.”
“What?”
“A dead town, at the bottom of the Lake. That’s the spot where the glow comes from. I bet its related to the hag that Malkin told us about. I saw her out there on the shore.”
Monika turned her face fully into my chest and she broke down then. She’d held it all day, and her tears were hot and soaked through my shirt. I ran my fingers over her hair absently, but didn’t try to coax her into stopping.
As it became darker, we could see the three locations ever more clearly by their individual lights. The medical center twinkled with burning lanterns and the other two, the town in the lake and what had to be downtown Redmoor, glimmered with unearthly fluorescence.
“What’s going on down there?” she asked, her voice muffled. “Where did the others go? Which of those lights is the one the notes are talking about? How long were we down in that cave?”
I just gave her a hug. I didn’t have any answers.
We went back inside. After our adventure with Malkin, I didn’t want to walk the woods again in the dark. We’d have to spend the night in the cabin. I found Monika looking at me with dark desperate eyes.
“How long?” she asked me.
“What?” I replied, but part of me already knew what she was asking.
She held her eye contact with me, and I couldn’t break it. “How long do you think it has been?”
“I don’t know,” I told her honestly.
“A year?”
“No, no,” I said quickly, “it can’t have been a year.”
“In the old stories, it was always a year and a day, or something like that.”
“It can’t have been more than a week or two, judging by the weather. I know Indiana in October, and this is October,” I argued. “If it had been a year-” but I stopped.
“If it has been a year, it would still be October, just a different October,” she finished for me.
My mouth hung open. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
Monika fell against me and I was relieved not to see the pain in her eyes anymore. “What if we are the last ones now?” she asked. “The last ones who haven’t changed yet?”