Dagger of the Mind
Bob Shaw
Language: English
Pages: 127
ISBN: B00AES06QG
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
'The entire head had been stripped of skin, creating a nightmarish sculpture in gelled blood...'
The hideous apparition that confronted John Redpath almost defied description. It was the beginning of a horrific ordeal that would cause him to question his own sanity...
A member of a telepathic research project, Redpath believes the cause to be side-effects from the experimental drugs he is taking - but then stranger things begin to happen. He wakes up to find himself in America...he is drawn to a local house occupied by a bizarre group of people leading an artificial and peculiar life...which events are really happening?
Slowly an explanation emerges, more terrifying than anything he could have imagined...
brick structure containing new concrete stairs, and most of the front garden was given over to the parking of cars, but the building still retained an air of genteel exclusiveness. The first time Redpath had seen it he had been struck by how closely it matched his preconceptions of the sort of place in which Leila would choose to live. He was thinking nostalgically about his early, too-brief halcyon period with Leila as he rode in through the front gate and dismounted in the shade of the
kind of a sick joke?” “I choose my friends more carefully than that,” Leila said impatiently. “All right. Don’t touch anything—I’ll get a patrol car there in a couple of minutes.” “Frank, I was hoping we could do this without any…fuss. I didn’t want to make it official at this stage.” “You mean you don’t want uniformed bobbies tramping all over the place and starting the neighbours off.” “Well, I…” “And you’d like me to stop work on more important matters and give you personal VIP
burglar-proof locks which required a key to operate them from the inside—and walk off through the quiet morning streets in the direction of the Woodstock Road. He was practically free and clear! The notion that he might have to spend some time fumbling with locks, time in which somebody could approach him from behind, prompted Redpath to turn and look back towards the kitchen. Its door was wide open, and in the grey dimness beyond something white stirred feebly in mid-air like a giant moth.
Leila for myself.” “She works at the Jeavons too, doesn’t she?” “I believe so, but then what I believe isn’t necessarily…” “Would she be there by this time? It’s almost half nine.” “She should be there,” Redpath said, trying to rid himself of a vision of a slim, tapering back hideously disfigured by stab wounds. “I’d like to see her.” Pardey nodded ungraciously. “Just remember—no funny stuff. If Leila wasn’t a friend of mine you’d be facing charges right now. In fact, if you don’t get some
until the car had halted at the gateless gateway. The place looked even bleaker than he had expected, distinguished from the ordinary shabbiness of its neighbours by a dark and yawning quality about the windows which made it seem that light which entered the building was unable to get away again. Furry green caterpillars of moss clung between the old bricks, devouring the mortar with burrowing tendrils. Redpath, his gaze hunting across the dreary fçcade, experienced a sense of foreboding which