A stilt was leaning through the broken window that faced the front yard. A thin arm outstretched and beginning to retract, its grotesque hand gripping Ty around both legs. The boy held tight to the back of the loveseat, which was almost tipping over. The monster’s eyes, so human they were startling, found him in the doorway, and a snarl split its lips revealing gray teeth.
Quinn centered the handgun on its face and pulled the trigger as it yanked hard on Ty’s legs.
The shot cut the air where the thing’s head had been, tearing out a chunk of window trim in a spray of splinters. The bullfrog sound gurgled from its throat but still it kept its hold on Ty’s legs as it dragged him across the room toward the window. Quinn leapt forward and caught hold of the stilt’s wrist, shoving the barrel against its forearm. He yanked the trigger again.
The bullet tore through the pale flesh and buried itself into the floor. An inhuman cry ripped from the stilt’s throat, and it released Ty before smashing a fist the size of an ice-cream pail into Quinn’s shoulder. The blow knocked him off balance and he fell, bits of glass sinking into his palm. Then Alice was there, scooping Ty up from where he lay whimpering on the floor and racing out of the room. Quinn gained his feet and peered through the open window, arms outstretched, gun shaking in bloodied hands.
The rain fell on the empty yard.
It was gone.
The air in Quinn’s lungs was acid, burning with each breath. His eyes flitted between the Tahoe and the trees, then to the other side of the yard. He moved into the hallway and jerked the front door open, leading with the XDM.
Rain soaked the top of his head and then his shoulders as he stepped outside. It was cold and he shivered, turning toward the nearest corner of the house. Nothing. Sweeping back the other way, he stepped down from the stoop, blinking against the water running in his eyes. Below the shattered window was a pool of blood that led away around the far side of the house. Quinn followed it, its path beginning to run pink in the onslaught of rain. Thunder shook the air as he lunged around the corner, finger tight on the trigger, and nearly fired at a solitary birch tree, its narrow arms outstretched toward him. He swung the pistol left, then right, moving forward, his eyes darting down to the blood trail. A scratching sound came from the rear of the house and he broke into a run.
It was trying to get inside again.
Trying to get at Alice and Ty.
He rounded the corner and slid to a stop. The rain coated the yard in a wet sheen, muddying the little dirt path that led to the back door, which was shut. Quinn glanced down, finding the dollops of red, almost black in the dim light. He followed it around the next corner where it ended in a small pool. There was no blood trail continuing on. It simply ended. He turned back the way he’d come, panning the tree line. Where had it gone? It couldn’t have gotten by him, not without him seeing it. He spun in a circle, glancing down at the pool near his feet, its crimson depths popping with each raindrop falling from above.
Above.
A cold, twisting fist clutched within his stomach, and the hairs on the back of his neck stiffened.
He pivoted and brought the XDM up as the stilt dropped down at him from the rooftop. The gun boomed as the creature’s weight slammed into him. His shoulders connected with the earth, and it felt as if he’d fallen from a much greater height. The XDM’s blood-slicked grip sprung from his hand. The stilt had fallen forward when it landed and was rolling to its feet when he lifted his head. It screamed again, its voice deep with hard edges that made his eardrums quiver.
Quinn slid backwards, hand scrabbling for the gun. The stilt rose to its full height, skeletal length unfurling. Blood dropped from its ruined arm as it lunged forward, ragged fingernails tearing through his shirt and into his skin. Quinn cried out and stretched for the gun, but the monster’s long fingers closed over his throat, easily encircling his neck with one hand.