The Bad Place
Dean Koontz
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0425245195
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
With an afterword by the #1 New York Times bestselling author!
Frank Pollard is afraid to fall asleep. Every morning he awakes, he discovers something strange-like blood on his hands-a bizarre mystery that tortures his soul. Two investigators have been hired to follow the haunted man. But only one person-a young man with Down's syndrome-can imagine where their journeys might end. That terrible place from which no one ever returns...
the immense boughs of a date palm. He stretched out on the backseat, as comfortably as possible without benefit of sufficient legroom or pillows, and closed his eyes. For the moment he was not afraid of his unknown pursuer, because he felt that the man was no longer nearby. Temporarily, at least, he had given his enemy the shake, and had no need to lie awake in fear of a hostile face suddenly appearing at the window. He was also able to put out of his mind all questions about his identity and
at a rival studio, and they were not going to risk such humiliation ever again. The über-boss who was confused by The Bad Place is no longer in the film business. All the executives who did an about-face when told of his confusion are either out of the film business altogether or, though still working in that sucking slough of glamour, hold positions of much-diminished power. I’m still here, eating my mush every morning, my lukewarm gruel for lunch, keeping my head down, writing my cockamamie,
of the mouse except its dimly gleaming eyes. He brought the fist-wrapped creature to his mouth. It made a thin, terrified sound, more of a peep than a squeal. He bit off its head, spat it out, and fastened his lips upon the torn neck. The blood was sweet, but there was too little of it. He cast the dead rodent aside and raised his arms again, palms out, fingers spread. This time the splash of spectral light was an intense, electric, sapphire blue. Although it was of no longer duration than
able to find her when he went over there himself. He was already afraid of the night. All that big empty. The lid off the world. So if just the night itself was so scary, the Bad Place would be lots worse. It was sure to be bigger than the night, and daylight never came in the Bad Place. Outside, the sky got darker. Wind blew the palms. Rain ran down the glass. The Bad Thing was far away. But it would come closer. Soon. 28 CANDY WAS having one of those days when he could not accept
at the hospital window and said, “Not much of a view, Frank. Unless you’re keen on parking lots.” He turned and surveyed the small, white room. Hospitals always gave him the creeps, but he did not express his true feelings to Frank. “The decor sure won’t be featured in Architectural Digest anytime soon, but it’s comfy enough. You’ve got TV, magazines, and three meals a day in bed. I noticed some of the nurses are real lookers, too, but please try to keep your hands off the nuns, okay?” Frank was