Eaten out of house and home II
It was not finding the door to the hallway underneath the carpet that threw Yorick. Though he was nursing a bruised ankle from the fall.
It was not the walls packed with upturned fresh earth instead of the admittedly horrible faded red wallpaper. After failing at acting it had been grave-digging he took up next, a less demanding audience with no critical reviews. He was no stranger to dirt.
It was in fact the glowing, crackling barrier made of yellow and green light that blocked his way to the parlor that did it. Using a chair as a shield he slowly advanced on the abnormality. The barrier sparked, the heat radiating from it rising exponentially the closer he stepped.
At the last minute he lost his nerve. No point in starting a fire. Setting the chair down Yorick pondered the turn of events. He eyed his front door, maybe the monsters had found him but this seemed beyond their scope. The creatures at Southside cemetery were cannibalistic, scavengers feeding on the newly interred. His shovel or the handgun gifted to him usually fended them off. Maybe I should just leave. Getting up Yorick headed for the front door, he would stay at the church tonight and come back in the morning with someone. That seemed smart.
Then he heard the noises, yelling, fighting? It was difficult to interpret through the constant static of the barrier distorting everything. But he was sure, he heard something, someone call out. “Shit,” he began searching the once familiar now unsettling house for something to break the barrier.
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