Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 161.10

“Why? What happens now?”

Jasfoup took refuge in the lee of the doorway. “You'll see.”

Sefskapoi barelled out of the bathroom and sheltered behind the other side of the door. He looked at Harold. “I should take cover, if I was you.”

“Why? What's going to happen?”

“Don't say I didn't warn you.” Sefshapoi retracted his eye stalks behind his dark glasses. “Inverso mundi.”

Harold frowned. “Turn the world over? What's that supposed to...” There was a sucking sound, the sort of noise a water pump makes when it's run out of water to suck up and is beginning to overheat, then a pop like a match in a chemistry lab beaker of hydrogen. A line of intestines came flying out of the open doorway and hit Harold across the chest, leaving a smear of blood and faecal matter across his shirt. At least he managed to close his mouth in time.

The bathroom was covered in blood and dirt, the shower curtains bloomed with bloody flowers and the toilet looked like something in a Wolverhampton student's house. Worst of all was the old lady standing in the middle of the room, the flesh melting from her bones.

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