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As the coin clunked somewhere inside the machine’s innards, Jenny noticed a weak buzzing, then the mechanical ticking. The a glass brightened, and Jenny may see that two bare lightbulbs had gone about inside.
That they illuminated a wizard, might be two foot high and wearing a remarkably mournful and pained manifestation.
As Jenny watched, this began to approach jerkily, like clockwork.
The eyes exposed and close, and its eyebrows lifted and fell.. Its lower lip seemed to be jointed and shifted below a surprisingly excellent and lifelike beard, like it had been mumbling to itself. Their face was ruddy plastic, with carmine lips and deep dark areas under the eyes. Jenny may see tiers of caked-up paint on the cheeks.
Poor thing, the lady thought. Ludicrous as it was, your woman felt remorseful for the mechanical physique. It confirmed much finer workmanship compared to the barn ballet dancers, but it was undeniably in a state of disrepair. Their paintbrush sexy eyelashes were matted, its dark velveteen robe cocktail dusted with red soot.
A strange feeling was arriving over Jenny. A squeezing in her breasts. It was preposterous to experience this way regarding an automaton. But it viewed so pathetic-so trapped right now there in that container, in front of a stapled-on background of cheap red velveteen,.
The wizard placed a damaged and peeling wand in a single clenched fist. He raised the wand and hit it available in front of him-Jenny could see the indentation where he’d completed it frequently before.
His eyes opened and close, rolled around, moving to and fro. They failed to look at the wand.
His reduced lip moved, showing light painted tooth, but there is no audio. He looked like there was talking to himself.
Jenny was mesmerized by the wizard’s dried meats, almost violent movements-but the lady didn’t know why, and she was getting more plus more frightened. It is because he appears like one of those desolate guys with the shelter, your woman told himself. That’s why she has familiar.
Number It was in addition to that. Something about the plastic confront, a face frozen within an expression of ineffable despair.
The glass eyes folded, staring right out for Jenny. Darker as marbles, strangely exhausted, strangely kind.
She really did understand then, however it was such an impossible, intolerable concept that she forced it apart. Slam-dunked it back into her subconscious. As well insane to even consider.
She heard a just click at the bottom of the machine and saw which a card got appeared. The girl reached because of it reflexively-then ended for just an immediate, again feeling as if her mind was shouting a warning.
Her fingers shut down on the greeting card. She switched it over and stared in the writing on the other hand.
Then your woman felt himself begin to faint.
The crowded lines of type were faded although perfectly understandable. Not a prediction or a individuality chart.
The entire card was covered with two phrases typed frequently.
HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME ASSIST HELP ME ASSIST HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME
The words swam before Jenny’s eye, merging into a scintillating black-and-white pattern. She couldn’t control her trembling or the shuddering in her stomach. Your woman couldn’t truly feel her lower limbs. And your woman couldn’t scream-even though there was a screaming inside her.
She sensed the floor beat her palms and rump as her legs offered way.
“What happened? Achieved it do something for you? ” Different ones were around her. Jenny could only look up in the glass, field, as her fingers stiffened on it.
Those tired darker eyes, wow, yes, we were holding familiar. However they didn’t are supposed to be with a cheap velveteen robe cocktail and a long angel-hair beard. They belonged with a moderate, stooped body, a sweater sweater, and thinning white hair. And a smell of peppermint, because that was what he often carried in the pockets.
“It’s my grandfather, ” Jenny whispered. “Oh, Dee, really my grand daddy, it’s my personal grandfather. , “
Dee cut a look at the package. When she looked back in Jenny, her face was composed. “Okay, now, you take it easy. Lets get you some water below.. “
“No! ” Jenny screamed. The lady was completely out of control. Your woman hit Dee, beating at her feebly with her fists. “Don’t humor me’. It’s my own grandfather in there -they’ve completed it to him. Oh, God! ” Tears had been flying since she whipped her brain. “It’s a faiytale, don’t you find? He was a sorcerer-now your dog is a wizard. I thought he was dead-but this is certainly so much worse-“
Dee simply grabbed the flailing hands so Jenny couldn’t go harm. Jenny could discover Michael’s brown eyes, and Audrey’s chestnut-colored ones, looking over Dee’s shoulder joint.
“It’s the case, ” the girl gasped, quieting. “Look in the card. He wants support. He would like out! inch
Michael indexed the card quietly, showed that to Dee and Audrey. They all looked over the box.
The wizard was still moving, looking straight ahead together with his tragic manifestation, hitting the desk with his wand. His hands were all-in-one piece, Jenny noticed with wild precision. She could see beads of color in the moderate grooves between your fingers.
She’d thought the Shadow Guys would take in him. That was the particular hungry eye in the cabinet had wished.
But what ever they’d done with his body, his heart was in this article.
They’d input it in this-thing. Stuck this in a plastic body so that he can stand permanently moving just like clockwork when the machine was activated, endlessly banging his wand.
Julian had said the Darkness Park had been created a decade ago, and then for a special cause. It was ten years ago that her grandfather had faded.
“They did it to reprimand him, ” she whispered. “They put him in this article so this individual could never die-they trapped him just how he caught them inside the closet,. inches Her voice was growing.
Michael ingested, looking ill. Dee’s nostrils flared.
There is a simply click and one more card came out in the slot.
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Dee reached for it, letting go of Jenny’s hands. Jenny scrambled to her knees to see it over Dee’s arm.
LOOK IN THE BLACK CABINET.
“There,” Michael said. Jenny twisted. Behind her was a shiny black machine with a wide, darkened oval window. It looked relatively new, and a plaque read: speak to the spirits, ask any yes or no question.
Jenny knew the type of game. The window lit up and a skull nodded or shook its head to answer you.
A wave of icy cold swept over her, as cold as the water in the mine ride.
“Do it, Michael,” she whispered and held her breath.
Michael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He glanced uncertainly at Jenny, then put a coin in.
The glass brightened. There wasn’t a skull inside
illuminated from below with a ghastly blue light which clearly showed .there was nothing below either neck. At the sight of them, Audrey screamed thinly and Michael retched. Dee grabbed hold of Jenny hard enough to hurt.
“Now do you believe me?” Jenny said, her voice rising again. “They’re here, they’re all here!”
Michael was pressing his hand to his mouth. Dee was holding on to Jenny. Audrey was still making a thin wheezing noise.
Nobody answered Jenny, but in the cabinet the heads of Slug and P.C. bobbed.
The blue light shone on their chapped, loose-hanging lips. They looked unconscious-as if unseen hands were wagging them by the hair, making them nod.
You guys were so tough, Jenny thought, unable to look away from the cadaverous faces. Such bad boys. Breaking into my house, stealing the Game. Barging into the Shadow World uninvited. Now you’re both here and you don’t look so tough. And-
“Summer,” Jenny whimpered. “If Summer-if Summer-“
“If we find Summer like that- “
There was a click. Dee snatched the card before Jenny could get to it. She read it, holding Jenny away.
“What does it say?”
Slowly Dee turned the card.
LOOK IN THE FUN HOUSE.
“At least it’s not another cabinet,” Dee said. Michael said, “You mean, you think it’s about
“I-maybe. Or”-Dee’s face relaxed-“it could be a clue for a doubloon.”
Audrey shielded her eyes. “I can’t stand those things-make them stop,” she said in a ragged voice.
The heads were bobbing slowly up and down, nodding again.
“I think that’s our answer,” Michael said.
“Yeah, but which is it-Summer or a doubloon?”
“I don’t care, I just want to get out of here,” Audrey said.
“We can’t go,” Jenny said to Dee. “We can’t leave him, we can’t go anywhere.” She pulled herself up using the wizard’s cabinet as a support, and leaned a hand on it, looking into the glass. “I have to help him.”
“Jenny.” Dee touched her elbow gently. “There’s nothing you can do for him.” Then, as Jenny held on to the glass: “All right, what are you going to do for him?”
Jenny didn’t know. Stay here with him-if she could keep from screaming. Break the cabinet to pieces.
But then what? Could she stand to hold the thing that was in there, cuddle it like a stiff, oversize doll? If she broke the doll, would it kill her grandfather? Or would he still be alive inside his pieces?
He’d rather be dead than be like this, she knew. But how did you kill something that wasn’t alive, only trapped?
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, pressing her hand to the glass. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,.”
It was her fault-he’d gone in her place. Given
But Dee was right. Jenny couldn’t do anything for him now.
Her hands trailed down the glass. “We’ll go to the fun house.”
On their way out she turned back to face the wizard’s cabinet, looked into the dark, staring eyes. “I’m coming back,” she said. “And when I do, I’ll help you.”
The heads were bobbing in their case as she left.
Out into the night again. Jenny wished she had a map. Her memory for some parts of the park was sketchy.
“The fun house is up near the very front,” she said, “so it’s got to be somewhere that way.” She pointed the way they’d come.
“Yeah, but more to the left. We can cut across there.” Dee was more talkative than she had been since Audrey’s accident, but her voice was still not quite itself.
They passed rest rooms, trees, a large refreshment stand. The Tilt-a-Whirl was dark, so was the Enterprise. And so, as they approached it, was the fun house.
Then an uncanny sound began. Two slow, rising notes, repeated over and over. Jenny recognized it.
“The foghorn on the ark.”
Lights were going on in the large boat, first outlining the roof, then illuminating the windows of the house on deck. Jenny could see animals in the windows: an elephant, an ostrich, a hippopotamus, and at the very top Father Noah, with an expression more like a leer than a grin.
The ark began to rock visibly.
“Looks like they’ve got the welcome mat out,” Michael said.
They entered through the whale’s mouth, walking on the spongy pink tongue. Inside, the doors were slanted, exacerbating the rocking feeling. Jenny began to feel giddy immediately.
She couldn’t see much inside. Black lights made Audrey’s white nylon jacket glow and Dee’s eyes flash. We should have looked for controls, Jenny thought. There must be some way to turn on the lights in these places.
But when she looked back, the door she’d just come through was gone. Instead, there was a glass booth, with a human figure silhouetted inside.
Summer! Jenny’s heart gave a terrible jolt. She took a step toward the booth, then stopped. She couldn’t tell anything about the figure. She took another step, one hand out toward the glass. Oh, God, I don’t want to see this, . A light in the booth went on. Wild laughter assaulted Jenny’s ears. It was the sound of somebody going insane, and at first it frightened her so much that she couldn’t take in what she was seeing.
Then she focused on the figure. It was a hugely fat woman, bucktoothed, with freckles like birthmarks and scraggly hair. Her hands waved in front of her as she cackled and guffawed.
I remember that! Laughing-oh, what was her name? Laughing Lizzie. She used to be in the arcade, and she always scared me.
Jenny scanned the florid face, looking for something familiar in the emptv eves.
Could Summer-be in there?
Summer had been tiny, dimpled, with thistledown blond hair and dark blue eyes. She’d been as light as a flower petal stirred by the wind. Could they have destroyed her body and put her in this bloated plastic thing?
Or maybe she was like P.C. and Slug. Maybe there was a table somewhere in here with a piece of Summer’s old body on it.
But Jenny couldn’t see anything she recognized in the fat woman’s eyes. Nothing to make her want to look any closer, especially since the demented laughter was going on and on.
She glanced at the others. “Let’s keep moving.”
They stumbled through twisted corridors and across shifting floors. A blue Day-Glo hippo gaped at Jenny, a snake dropped from the ceiling in front of her. From all around came panting, growling, weird music-a cacophony of strange sounds. It made it hard for Jenny to hear even Dee and the others right next to her.
And it was hard to examine the exhibits. Chain-link fencing was strung in front of many of them and had to be pulled away. Every figure that looked even vaguely human had to be studied, and anything that looked like gold had to be scrutinized.
“Everything in here looks suspicious,” Michael said as they stared at a laughing man with three faces that rotated slowly on his neck.
Jenny was most disconcerted by the mirrors. On the floor they mimicked endless drops, reflecting lights down into infinity. On the walls they confused her, duplicating her own wide green eyes, Audrey’s
copper hair, Michael’s pale, set face. It reflected Dee’s supple movements, making it seem as if there were dozens of camouflage jackets all going in different directions.
Zach always hated these mirrors, too, Jenny remembered, turning a sharp zigzag corner. Enough that Julian put them in the paper house as part of his nightmare. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t thought about her cousin in quite a while. She’d been too busy worrying over Tom-and over how to survive.
But she did miss Zach. She missed his winter-gray eyes, and his sharp-featured face, and his dry intelligence. Even if Tom had been safe, she would have come to the Shadow World questing for Zach. “Ugh,” Dee said. “What’s this?” They had come out of the mirror maze and were now in dark, windy corridors with very unsteady floorboards. There were displays every few feet-much like museum displays, except that Jenny had never seen this kind of thing in any museum.
“Disgusting,” Michael said under his breath. “Replogle, disgusting ,” Replogle was really the name of a map company, but Michael thought it made a much better adjective.
He was trying to cheer himself up. Because, Jenny thought, the displays really were gruesome. They were torture scenes.
Wax figures were set up as victims and torturers. Some of the equipment Jenny recognized. The rack. The Iron Maiden. The stocks.
And some of it was dreadfully and harrowingly unfamiliar. Boots with handles like the vise Tom’s
father had in his garage workshop. To break bones, Jenny supposed. Grotesque metal helmets with iron tongues that gagged the victim. Cages too small to stand or lie down in. Every kind of device to burn, or cut, or maim.
“This was not here this afternoon,” Audrey said.
“It’s my fault, I guess,” Dee said after a moment. “I went up to San Francisco once with my mom, and there was a place at Fisherman’s Wharf-like a chamber of horrors, you know? It gave me nightmares for years.”
Abruptly she turned away from the nearest scene and leaned against the wall, head down. She was breathing hard.
Jenny peered through the darkness. “Dee?”
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”
“What are you mumbling?”
“It’s-it’s, uh, this thing for when you get upset. I got it out of-” She paused. “Ancient Chinese manuscripts.”
“In what dialect?” Audrey demanded. “Mandarin? Cantonese?”
“All right, it was from a kung fu movie. But it works. It’s pretty long, but the end goes ,I am as strong as I need to be. I am my only master.'”
“I am my only master,” Jenny repeated. She liked that. Julian and his people might be the masters of this world, but not of her. No one was her master if she wouldn’t let them be. “Is it helping?” she asked Dee.
“Enough. I don’t think I’m going to faint or puke right this moment.”
Shock tingled in Jenny’s palms. The very idea of Dee fainting was so outrageous-so frightening-she couldn’t cope with it. Dee was never that scared.
Only maybe she was, especially when confronted with things that physical courage couldn’t do anything about. The stuff around them here was history -and who could change that?
“I’m gonna join Amnesty International if I ever get out of here,” Dee muttered. “I swear, I swear.”
“Mother and I already belong,” Audrey said.
Mrs. Myers? thought Jenny, and Dee said, “Your mom?” Audrey’s mother was a society matron, good at making finger sandwiches and arranging charity fashion shows. She and Dee didn’t get along.
“Maybe all that organization is good for something after all,” Dee murmured.
Jenny still had a very bad feeling about the place. She wanted to hurry through it, to not see as much as possible.
And they couldn’t. They had to check every figure, staring into faces the color of peach crayons, with teeth that were a little too shiny in the spotlights. The skin of the wax figures had an unreal inner glow, as if the outer layers were translucent and the color buried somewhere inside.
But non-e of the glassy eyes looked like Summer’s. And nothing moved, although Jenny was in constant dread that an eyelid would flicker or a chest would rise.
If they start coming to life, I’ll go crazy, she thought almost with detachment. Just screaming, staring crazy. It would be a relief to go crazy at this point.
“Jenny-” Michael’s voice was choked.
“Blue,” Michael said, and Jenny saw what he meant.
It was on a table. Above it, suspended by a rusty chain, was a huge wooden disk with bloody iron spikes. It was a little pool of china blue precisely the color of Summer’s shirtdress.
Something was inside the dress.
Funny that Jenny could remember that outfit so exactly. Summer had appeared on the doorstep wearing it the night of Tom’s birthday party, looking fresh, sweet, and completely inappropriate, since it was freezing outside.
Now it was lying on a table, encasing a body. Although the figure’s face was turned away from Jenny, she could glimpse sandaled feet curled up at one end and soft light curls at the other.
Jenny stood frozen.
It had happened too suddenly, she wasn’t prepared. She’d seen that dying in the Shadow World didn’t mean you got buried and disappeared. She’d known they were looking for Summer, however transformed, however defiled Summer might be.
Ever since Michael’s dream she’d allowed herself thoughts that Summer might not be lost completely.
But now that she was face to face with the possibility, she couldn’t cope with it. She didn’t want to go and look, didn’t want to know. She glanced at the others, saw them standing paralyzed, too.
You have to look. You can take it. It’s probably just a normal wax figure with nobody inside. And that’s not blood on those spikes, it’s red paint.
She knew this was comnletelv irrational. She knew
very well that it probably wasn’t just a normal wax figure, and that there was no reason for the blood on the spikes to be anything but blood. After everything she’d seen in the Shadow World, after what had happened to Slug and P.C. and her grandfather, she knew that.
But her mind needed to say something to get her legs going. To keep away the pictures of Summer’s head falling off when Jenny took her by the shoulder, or of some Rosemary’s Baby-type monster looking Up with crafty, glee-filled eyes.
The huge log disk swung on its chain above the table.
I can take it. I can take it. I’m strong enough.
Jenny inched closer. She could see the spun-sugar curls, just the color of Summer’s hair, and the little hands lying folded like rose petals. She couldn’t see the face.
The log swung, creaking.
With sudden inspiration Jenny thought, am my only master.p>
She come to for the figure’s make.
“Look out! ” Dee shouted.