"Clark, Brian - The Man Who Walked On The Ceiling" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clark Brian)dropped in on a church picnic."
"Good god." "Exactly what the priest said." -------------------- Saturday. 11.33 pm. It was dark, and George was sprawled face down on something hard and rough. His head and body ached, his nose hurt. He sniffed and tasted blood. George moaned, struggled to his knees and rose unsteadily to his feet. He wanted something to wipe his nose, but his shorts had no pockets. Again he sniffed. "Whad happerd? Where ab I--?" As his eyes adjusted, he saw a pale, horizontal sliver of light low to his right. Closer, was something shiny on the floor. He knelt down and ran his hand over a round, smooth object which had a small knurled projection at the top. He stood again. There was a wall, and what he thought was a picture hung very low on the wall. He shuffled toward the picture, stooped, and made out the faint grid of a calendar. But why was the picture below the calendar instead of above it, as it should be? He peered closer. Of course. Some idiot had hung it upside down. Upside--? himself to look up. Unmistakable, even in the faint light, his bed clung incongruously to the ceiling. "No," he said. "Can't be--" He fell. He was lucky. He tucked his head down as he fell, or he would probably have broken his neck as he landed on the edge of the mattress and bounced to the floor. "Can't be," he muttered, numbly repeating himself like a broken record as he pulled himself to his feet, staggered across the room and thumbed the light switch. Above him, a crack which extended across half the ceiling. It started near the light fixture above his bed and ended just above the window. There was an ugly dark spot where the crack started. George grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and dabbed it against his nose. It came away touched with scarlet. Now he remembered. He did it. He had walked on the ceiling! ------------------- "He was already dead when he hit? So if it wasn't the sudden stop at the end, what the hell did kill him? |
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