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He faced the door.
There could be only one reason why Sammy had led him to this point. This door must lead to the attic. Where the great power within the house, Mika’s energy source, resided.
A soft hum vibrated from behind the doorway, as if an actual motor purred inside the room.
Mika’s warning replayed in his thoughts:
Curiosity can be dangerous. For your own safety, I’ve hidden the upper chamber.
A lie, probably. Intended to keep him under control. Just like the extravagant illusions throughout the house.
He put his hand on the doorknob.
A current of energy, like electricity but different, sizzled through him and blew him backward several feet. He sprawled on his back, strange heat rushing through his nerves, dizziness swimming through him.
Slowly, he sat up. He examined his palm. A red arc burned on his skin from where he had touched the knob. It hurt like a burn, too.
Either Mika had somehow rigged the doorknob to shock anyone who tried to turn it. Or something inside didn’t want to let him in.
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arrying the axe in hands crusted with dried blood, Raymond moved through the rooms on the first level of the mansion.
Although he had last explored Mourning Hill over thirty years ago, the place was as he remembered it, as if he were wandering through a palace of his memory and not an actual physical structure. The dusty rooms were vast, museum like, full of antique furniture that looked as if it hadn’t been dusted in decades. Fat white candles burned in various areas, supplying a modicum of light.
Then there were the paintings. In the flicker of candlelight, he studied a painting that portrayed a black woman, and a young black man who could only be his son, lying together in a meadow under a warm sun.
Another one depicted Andrew and Mika riding a horse across the countryside. Yet another showed them sitting at a table full of fruit, feeding each other grapes.
The painter, whomever it was, had undeniable talent. But seeing the pieces sickened Raymond nearly as much as the blood he’d spilled earlier. This woman was dangerously obsessive. Taking into account her inhuman abilities, he wasn’t sure how he was going to get Andrew away from her.
And where were they? He hadn’t seen or heard anything to indicate that they were in here. He felt as isolated as if he were crawling through an ancient crypt.
He left a living room area, and walked through the arched doorway, into the main hall.
The woman exploded from a shadowy room across the corridor.
Clothed in a bloodred kimono, she might have been a beautiful Angel of Death come to bear him away to the afterlife.
She attacked him before he could react. She crashed into him, drove him back with the strength of an angry rhino. His shoulder smashed into the wall, chips of plaster crackling onto his head. But he kept his grip on the axe.
Hissing, the woman bared her teeth. Curly locks of her black hair hung in her face, which had transformed from a vision of exotic beauty into an ugly mask of fury.
She really hasn’t aged at all
, he thought, in a frozen moment of terror.
Sweet Jesus, she looks the same as when I met her at that party thirty-some years ago . . .
Then he broke his paralysis, and fought back.
He pushed her away and took a chop at her. The blade sang through the air, but she bounced to the other side of the corridor, easily eluding him.
“You look good for your age, Raymond,” she said. “But you’re awfully slow.”
“Where’s my son?” He struggled to catch his breath.
“What does it matter to you? You abandoned Andrew to grow up on his own. He doesn’t need you.”
Her words touched an emotional live wire. Yelling, he charged at her.
He swung. She evaded the weapon’s arc and darted to the other side of the hall.
He attacked again, swinging in a wide circle.
She leapt out of harm’s way. The axe bit into the wall, sank deep into the plaster and got embedded there.
He cursed, realizing the irony of his predicament. Walter’s shovel had been stuck in a tree when Raymond had shorn his arm off.
Nevertheless, he strained to yank the axe free. Without a weapon, he was defenseless against her.
Clucking her tongue, Mika shoved him aside. She tore the axe out of the wall with a single jerk of one hand. She twirled the weapon like a baton.
Raising his arms protectively, he dipped into a defensive crouch, but she was way too fast for him. She rammed the axe handle into his groin.
He grunted, doubled over.
Want to disable a man, aim for the family jewels.
She clubbed the back of his skull. He dropped to the hardwood floor on his face.
Grimacing, he floated on a raft of pain.
He’d been a fool to think that he could fight this woman, all on his own. He hadn’t had a chance in hell.
Where was Andrew?
Mika turned him over. Placing her slippered foot on his chest, gazing down at him, she held the axe high, like a statue of a goddess of war.
“Why are you here?” she asked. “I find it hard to believe that you’ve come for your son.”
“Taking him home,” he said in a brittle voice. A knob on the back of his head pulsated, dispatched couriers of pain throughout his body.
She mashed her foot harder against his chest. He gasped.
“So that’s true? You trespass on my property, butcher my caretaker and my cats, all in the service of some ludicrous effort to take Andrew away from me? After how long I’ve waited for him to return to me?”
Her eyes were crazed. There would be no reasoning with her, no talking her out of her obsession. She was as insane as he’d feared she would be, and the only way to end this was to end
her,
permanently.
But he was beginning to doubt that he was the one who would do it.
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s Andrew wandered the cluttered rooms on the second floor, searching for another doorway that might lead to the upper room, he heard a commotion. It came from the main hallway, downstairs.
One of the voices sounded like his father.
Hope sparked in him. Was this another cruel hallucination?
He ran into the hall and peered over the railing, to the floor below.
He couldn’t believe what he saw.
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aymond lay spread-eagled on the floor, pinned beneath the woman’s foot. He didn’t dare move. She could lop off his head with the axe as easily as chopping through a cord of hickory wood.
He couldn’t believe that it was going to end like this. All of the dreams he’d had the past few weeks . . . none of them had foretold that he’d die at the hands of this madwoman, that he’d be fated for an ignominious burial in an unmarked grave near this hell house.
What about the unearthly power they believed existed in this mansion? Couldn’t it—whatever
it
was—inter vene to help?
Maybe they hadn’t known what the hell they were talking about. Maybe they had misinterpreted his dreams and all the records they’d discovered. Maybe coming to this house had been a fatal mistake.
It didn’t matter anymore. This was where he had wound up. And he was out of options.
“I won’t enjoy this,” Mika said, and sounded genuinely sad. “You fathered the man that I love, and I’m grateful for that. But I can’t allow you to take him away from me, I simply
can’t.
”
“Let me go,” he said. “I’ll leave both of you alone, won’t ever come back.”
He was lying, merely stalling for time. If she let him get away, he’d return all right—with enough firepower to blast this place to Mars.
“I can’t do that,” she said. “I know your thoughts—you would tell others, and return. My baby and I would never have any peace.”
“Listen, I wouldn’t do that. Promise.”
She smirked. “Considering how many false promises you made to Andrew when he was a child, I don’t believe that your word is worth much, Raymond.”
He shut his mouth. Her statement cut him deeper than any blade could have.
She raised the axe.
Praying fervently, he closed his eyes.
Lord, please, I’ll do anything if you stop this from happening. Don’t let me die like this, God, please. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done, I’ll do better, please, God, please, LET ME LIVE—
“Mika, stop!”
It was Andrew.
Raymond’s eyes snapped open. His son rounded the newel post at the bottom of the spiral staircase.
Thank you, Jesus.
Then Andrew spoke words that convinced Raymond that the hell in which he found himself had just gotten a hundred degrees hotter.
“Let me take care of him myself,” Andrew said.
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et me take care of him myself. . . .
Raymond searched for a secretive gleam in Andrew’s eyes, a wink, anything to convince him that his son was playing a joke. Surely, he had heard wrong.
But there was no such signal. Andrew’s face was grave.
What in God’s name was going on? Had this woman brainwashed him?
Mika, too, appeared puzzled. “You want to murder your own father, Andrew?”
“Asshole’s never done a damn thing for me,” Andrew said. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, as if preparing for hard work. “I want to pay him back. Like you paid back
your
father for what he did to you, Mika.”
Raymond remembered the newspaper account of how Dr. George Mourning had murdered his wife with a shotgun, and then committed suicide. Evidently, it had been Mika’s punishment for him taking away her lover.
Mika’s eyes shone, as she considered his son’s proposition. Slowly, she smiled.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s how it should be. This is indeed your responsibility.”
Andrew stepped closer. Mika offered him the axe. Andrew held it, tested its weight.
“Please, Andrew, don’t do this,” Raymond said. “Jesus, what the hell’s wrong with you? I’m your father, I know I haven’t been great but I’ve been trying to do better! Please forgive me, son, don’t do this. Forgive me!”
“Too late for that forgive me shit.” Andrew spread his legs like a lumberjack.
Raymond tried to get up. Mika scowled and kicked him sharply in the ribs, knocking him back to the floor, gagging.
Andrew lifted the axe high.
“God, help us both,” Raymond said.
Andrew swung the axe.
Into Mika’s chest.
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ndrew drove the axe into Mika with such force that it shattered her breastbone and sank several inches into her chest.
Her mouth opened, a faint croak escaping her lips. She wilted against the wall and thudded against the floor. The axe protruded like a wooden limb from her torso.
She lay still as a department-store mannequin, glazed eyes staring at the chandelier.
Andrew wiped his hands on his shirt.
Perhaps it made him a bad person to admit it, but whacking her with that axe was the most pleasurable thing he’d done all day.
Dad cowered on the floor, gaping at him, as if unsure of what he had seen. Swollen red scratches marked his face, like tribal scars. No doubt, he’d endured a battle with Mika’s infamous felines.
“Come on, Dad.” Andrew offered him his hand. “I haven’t killed her. We don’t have long before she gets up again.”
“You scared the shit out of me, man.” He took Andrew’s hand, and got to his feet. “Thought you were gonna put me down for good.”
“All writers are closet actors.” Andrew smiled briefly.
Dad watched Mika. “She looks dead to me. You sure she isn’t?”
“Ever seen a horror flick? She’s like the creature that won’t die. Come on, we’ve gotta get upstairs.”
Andrew hurried to the dust-covered staircase and began to climb, taking the creaky steps two and three at a time.
Dad pulled his attention away from Mika and followed him.
“What’s upstairs?” Dad asked. “Did you find . . . it?”
Andrew knew what he was talking about: the nameless power that dwelled in the upper room.
“Sammy showed me a door,” he said. “I think it’s what we want.”
“So that’s where the kid’s been. He’d been with me on the way here. Saved my ass when I was out there with Walter.”
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