"Richard Matheson - What Dreams May Come" - читать интересную книгу автора (Matheson Richard)

but my movements grew increasingly labored. I have to reach her! I thought. "Ann, wait!" I called.
"Don't leave me!"

You have to move on, it seemed as though I heard a voice say in my mind. I wouldn't listen to it,
kept on moving, slower, slower, once more on the bottom of that murky lake. Awareness started
failing. Please! I thought. There must be some way Ann can see me and be comforted to know I still
exist!

My presence is invalid

I WAS WALKING up the hill to our house. On each side of the driveway, pepper trees were stirring
in the wind. I tried to smell them but I couldn't. Overhead, the sky was overcast. It's going to
rain, I thought. I wondered why I was there.

The front door was no more solid to me than air as I went inside. I knew, then, why I'd come.

Ann, Richard and Perry were sitting in the living room. Ian must be in school, I thought, Marie in
Pasadena at the Academy.

Ginger was lying at Ann's feet. As I stepped into the living room, she lifted her head abruptly
and stared at me, ears drawn back. No sound this time. Perry, who was sitting on the sofa next to
Richard, turned and looked at me. "He's back," he said.

Ann and Richard looked automatically in my direction but I knew they couldn't see me. "Does he
took the same?" Richard asked anxiously.

"Just as he did in the cemetery," Perry answered. "He's wearing the outfit he had on the night of
the accident, isn't he?"

Richard nodded. "Yes." He looked at Ann; my gaze was fixed on her. "Mom?" he said. "Will youтАФ?"

She cut him off. "No, Richard," she said quietly but firmly.

"But Dad was dressed like that the night of the accident," Richard insisted. "How could Perry know
that if heтАФ?"

"We know it, Richard," Ann interrupted again.

"I'm not getting it from you, Mrs. Nielsen, take my word for it," Perry told her. "Your husband is
standing right over there. Look at your dog. She sees him."

Ann looked at Ginger and shivered. "I don't know that," she murmured.

I had to make her see. "Ginger?" I said. Always, when I'd spoken her name, her tail would thump at
the floor. Now she only cringed, eyes fixed on me.

I started across the room toward her. "Ginger, come on," I said. "You know me."

"He's walking toward you, Mrs. Nielsen," Perry said.