Midnight by Dean R. Koontz

He was not sure how long he lay entranced in the patio shade, in the hot dry air of the desert day, but after a while he was surprised to hear Runningdeer call to him.

“Little Chief, come look at this.”

He was in such a daze that at first he could not respond. His arms and legs would not work. He seemed to have been turned to stone.

“Come on, come on, Little Chief. You’ve got to see this.”

At last Tommy sprang up and ran out onto the lawn, to the hedges surrounding the swimming pool, where Runningdeer had been trimming.

“This is a rare thing,” Runningdeer said in a somber voice, and he pointed to a green snake that lay at his feet on the sun-warmed decking around the pool.

Tommy began to pull back in fear.

But the Indian seized him by the arm, held him close, and said, “Don’t be afraid. It’s only a harmless garden snake. It’s not going to hurt you. In fact it’s been sent here as a sign to you.”

Tommy stared wide-eyed at the eighteen-inch reptile, which was curled to form an 0, its own tail in its mouth, as if eating itself. The serpent was motionless, glassy eyes unblinking. Tommy thought it was dead, but the Indian assured him that it was alive.

“This is a great and powerful sign that all Indians know,” said Runningdeer. He squatted in front of the snake and pulled the boy down beside him.

“It is a sign,” he whispered, “a SUPERNATURAL sign, sent from the great spirits, and it’s always meant for a young boy, so it must have been meant for you. A very powerful sign.”

Staring wonderingly at the snake, Tommy said, “Sign? What do you mean? It’s not a sign. It’s a snake.”

“An omen. A presentiment. A sacred sign,” Runningdeer said.

As they hunkered before the snake, he explained such things to Tommy in an intense, whispery voice, all the while holding him by one arm. Sun glare bounced off the concrete decking. Shimmering waves of heat rose from it too. The snake lay so motionless that it might have been an incredibly detailed jeweled choker rather than a real snake—each scale a chip of emerald, twin rubies for the eyes. After a while Tommy drifted back into the queer trance that he’d been in while lying on the patio, and Runningdeer’s voice slithered serpentlike into his head, deep inside his skull, curling and sliding through his brain.

Stranger still, it began to seem that the voice was not really Runningdeer’s at all, but the snake’s. He stared unwaveringly at the viper and almost forgot that Runningdeer was there, for what the snake said to him was so compelling and exciting that it filled Tommy’s senses, demanded his entire attention, even though he did not fully understand what he was hearing. This is a sign of destiny, the snake said, a sign of power and destiny, and you will be a man of great power, far greater than your father, a man to whom others will bow down, a man who will be obeyed, a man who will never fear the future because he will make the future, and you will have anything you want, anything in the world. But for now, said the snake, this is to be our secret. No one must know that I’ve brought this message to you, that the sign has been delivered, for if they know that you are destined to hold power over them, they will surely kill you, slit your throat in the night, tear out your heart, and bury you in a deep grave. They must not know that you are the king-to-be, a god-on-earth, or they will smash you before your strength has fully flowered. Secret. This is our secret. I am the self-devouring snake, and I will eat myself and vanish now that I’ve delivered this message, and no one will know I’ve been here. Trust the Indian but no one else.

No one. Ever.

Tommy fainted on the pool decking and was ill for two days. The doctor was baffled. The boy had no fever, no detectable swelling of lymph glands, no nausea, no soreness in the joints or muscles, no pain whatsoever. He was merely gripped by a profound malaise, so lethargic that he did not even want to bother holding a comic book; watching TV was too much effort. He had no appetite. He slept fourteen hours a day and lay in a daze most of the rest of the time. “Perhaps mild sunstroke,” the doctor said, “and if he doesn’t snap out of it in a couple of days, we’ll put him in the hospital for tests.”