"Pike, Christopher - Whisper Of Death.(1991)TXT" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)I strode over to the window and looked out. I watched for five minutes and not a single car drove by. My fear deepened as the silence around me seemed to expand. The only sound was the faint rustling of the wind on the walls of the house, the desert sand scratching at the paint, like long nails craving an invitation inside. I sat back in my dad's favorite chair and picked up the phone. The dial tone was reassuring. I dialed Pepper's number. It rang and rang. I called a friend at school, Sandy Hankins. There was no answer. I called the local supermarket. It was open twenty-four hours a day. Nobody home. I called my best friend, Susan Duggin, in Florida. I got her parents' answering machine. I put down the phone and thought of the deserted gas station. Even before we got into town . . . "Where is everybody?" I asked out loud. No one answered me. I almost screamed right then. I would have but the silence wouldn't allow it. The silence was too strong. I got up and ran out of the house. The block was deserted. I went to my neighbors- the Hollens. They had two hyperactive kids and a dog that barked at its own barking. I banged on the door. "Hello.' Is anyone there? Please answer if you're there. It's an emergency." I was talking to a door. I ran to my neighbors on the other side-the Blaines. No kids or animals but two loud people who got up early and let the rest of the world know it. I called to them, too, and injured their front door with my fists, but they were definitely not home. It seemed no one was. What did I do next? I began to move toward the center of town-six blocks away. I stopped at other houses, even peeked my head in a couple, but I quit doing it very soon. There was no one around. The sight of a corpse would have been welcome to me right then. A skeleton, sitting at a kitchen table with a fresh cup of steaming coffee. Sure, let me meet him, I'm desperate. Anything, even a goldfish. But I was alone. |
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