DARKFALL By Dean R. Koontz

teeth set far back from the writhing, sucking lips. Its fiery eyes

fixed on Jack.

He abruptly looked away from that white-hot gaze, for he recalled how

the eyes of the lizard had nearly hypnotized him.

Beyond the worm-thing, the security foyer was crawling with other,

different devils, all of them small, but all of them so incredibly

vicious and grotesque in appearance that Jack began to shake and felt

his bowels turn to jelly. There were lizard-things in various sizes and

shapes. Spider-things. Rat-things. Two of the manform beasts, one of

them with a tail, the other with a sort of cock’s comb on its head and

along its back. Dog things. Crablike, feline, snakelike, beetle-form,

scorpionlike, dragonish, clawed and ranged, spiked and spurred and

sharply horned things. Perhaps twenty of them. No. More than twenty.

At least thirty. They slithered and skittered across the mosaic-tile

floor, and they crept tenaciously up the walls, their foul tongues

darting and fluttering ceaselessly, teeth gnashing and grinding, eyes

shining.

Shocked and repelled, Jack snatched his hand away from the brass

doorknob. He turned to Rebecca and the kids. “They’ve found us.

They’re here. Come on. Got to get out. Hurry. Before it’s too late.”

They came away from the stairs. They saw the wormthing on the door and

the horde in the foyer beyond.

Rebecca and Penny stared at that Hellborn pack without speaking, both of

them driven beyond the needand perhaps beyond the ability-to scream.

Davey was the only one who cried out. He clutched at Jack’s arm.

“They must be inside the building by now,” Rebecca said. “In the

walls.”

They all looked toward the hallway’s heating vents.

“How do we get out?” Penny asked.

How, indeed?

For a moment no one spoke.

In the foyer other creatures had joined the wormthing on the glass of

the inner door.

“Is there a rear entrance?” Rebecca wondered.

“Probably,” Jack said. “But if there is, then these things will be

waiting there, too.”

Another pause.

The silence was oppressive and terrifying-like the unspent energy in the

raised blade of a cocked guillotine.

“Then we’re trapped, ” Penny said.

Jack felt his own heart beating. It shook him.

Think.

“Daddy, don’t let them get me, please don’t let them, ” Davey said

miserably.

Jack glanced at the elevator, which was opposite the stairs. He

wondered if the devils were already in the elevator shaft. Would the

doors of the lift suddenly open, spilling out a wave of hissing,

snarling, snapping death?

Think!

He grabbed Davey’s hand and headed toward the foot of the stairs.

Following with Penny, Rebecca said, “Where are you going? ”

“This way.”

They climbed the steps toward the second floor.

Penny said, “But if they’re in the walls, they’ll be all through the

building.”

“Hurry,” was Jack’s only answer. He led them up the steps as fast as

they could go.

In Carver Hampton’s apartment above his shop in Harlem, all the lights

were on. Ceiling lights, reading lamps, table lamps, and floor lamps

blazed; no room was left in shadow. In those few corners where the

lamplight didn’t reach, candles had been lit; clusters of them stood in

dishes and pie pans and cake tins.

Carver sat at the small kitchen table, by the window, his strong brown

hands clamped around a glass of Chivas Regal. He stared out at the

falling snow, and once in a while he took a sip of the Scotch.

Fluorescent bulbs glowed in the kitchen ceiling. The stove light was

on. And the light above the sink, too. On the table, within easy

reach, were packs of matches, three boxes of candles, and two

flashlights-just in case the storm caused a power failure.

This was not a night for darkness.

Monstrous things were loose in the city.

They fed on darkness.

Although the night-stalkers had not been sent to get Carver, he could

sense them out there in the stormy streets, prowling, hungry; they

radiated a palpable evil, the pure and ultimate evil of the Ancient

Ones. The creatures now loose in the storm were foul and unspeakable

presences that couldn’t go unnoticed by a man of Carver Hampton’s

powers. For one who was gifted with the ability to detect the intrusion

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