Death Whispers (Death Series, Book 1) Read online

  “Yeah, we haven't camped much, why?”

  “Light?” I said, guessing.

  “Yeah. I don't think we need heat, but if we can get a lantern and propane bottle we could have a halfway decent place.” John fingered his chin thoughtfully.

  He looked at me.

  “What now?”

  Jonesy grinned. “I think John is thinking we need some zombie action.”

  Geez.

  “What do we have to do?”

  “We need to widen this some. No big deal,” Jonesy said easily.

  Jonesy's ideas were always a big deal.

  “I agree with Jonesy, we just widen this tight spot,” John pointed to the squeeze that had stymied Jonesy's progress, “and we put them back.”

  I put them back.

  He twisted his upper body, turning toward Jonesy. “What do you think, it's a one or two zombie job?”

  “Hey! Don't ask him, they're my zombies,” I said.

  John turned away, smiling. He got down in the mouth of the entrance to the tunnel, turning the LED light on, checking it out. Then he turned it off, standing, “We leave LEDs here so as soon as we return we can set up our stuff.”

  John told us we'd need a lantern, propane, a couple of blankets and some milk crates.

  “Where are we gonna get those?” Jonesy asked.

  I didn't have a clear picture of what a milk crate was.

  “Here. It's a dump, after all.”

  “What are those gonna be for?” Jonesy asked.

  “Tables, chairs, storage, whatever,” John said.

  “Okay, let's get out of here before it gets too late,” I said.

  We crawled out of the tight tunnel the way we came in: slowly.

  Jonesy had the most trouble.

  He finally climbed out, arching his back.

  “We gotta remember that these old freezers are not safe, they self-lock.”

  “What do ya mean?” Jonesy asked.

  “We close the door from the inside and we're screwed.”

  We looked at him.

  “Back in the day, kids would play hide-and-seek, hide inside, accidentally close the door... and...”

  “I never heard of that,” I said.

  “Yeah, you wouldn't. We don't have bogus stuff like that now. Hell, they make up committees of people just to think up safety features,” John said. “Anyway, we gotta put a door stop in there so we don't lock ourselves in and get busy dying.”

  Nice, John. Don't say that in front of the girls.

  “Okay, whatever but,” and Jonesy laid his finger up, almost in John's face, “we need to keep it open in a way people don't notice.”

  “Right,” John conceded.

  We stood there quietly.

  “Let's just use a piece of cardboard, slam it into the door and the...” I waved my hand around, “jamb-thing won't self-lock.”

  John nodded. “It's not complicated. We make an escape hatch that doesn't make our hideaway a big coffin.”

  We agreed.

  “I gotta get home and take care of Onyx.”

  “Yeah, let's not get the parents all interested in what we're doing,” Jonesy said.

  “My parent's don't give a crap as long as that 4.0 GPA is still there,” John said.

  I guess I was lucky that Dad wasn't bringing the hammer down on me since I barely got “C's.”

  We walked out of the dump and through the gate.

  Jonesy stopped outside of the gate and looked at John. “You're kinda a putz not to let us know about the lock thing.”

  John grinned. “Yeah, but I wanted to see if you'd climb it. Even Caleb did.”

  It wasn't easy.

  Jonesy said, “Remember: A) we have a hideaway now, B) we have a plan for next Friday, D) we have girls to protect from...”

  “That would be C, Jonesy,” John interjected.

  “Whatever. And C,” he nodded to John, “we have Girls to Protect.”

  “Protect from what?” I asked.

  “I don't know... whatever.”

  “You get kinda squirrely when we get in tight spots,” I reminded.

  “Right, but you have to remember that I'll protect the chicks. You... you're on your own.”

  “Gee... thanks,” John said, without surprise.

  We separated, biking to our respective houses.

  Onyx knew I was coming and met me at the door.

  His tail wagged like an ink spot in the middle of the doorway, eyes softly glowing in the twilight. He trotted to me as I came forward. I rubbed the bridge of his nose.

  The Boy has returned and is pleased because he is a Good Dog. I will lick the Boy's hand.

  Onyx gave a lick that was wet and slimy, he looked so happy I didn't have the heart to wipe the nasty dog goo off.

  The Dog pressed his nose to the Boy's body and smelled very interesting smells; smells of real trash (tantalizing) and foul-smelling things that are on the metal boxes, earth and something old. Such good smells. He also smelled the other Boys. What had the Boy done?

  “Good dog. Gooooood dog,” I said, scratching the sweet spot.

  Wag, thunk, wag.

  I walked in through the door, greeting The Parents. Mom had her nose buried in her dedicated reader and Dad was taking notes (with a pen!) from his pulse-top.

  They looked up while Onyx trotted past, taking an experimental whiff of his food bowl, he didn't look sure.

  Where is the person-who-feeds him, the Dog wondered? The food is here all the time. The Dog paused... was this a New Thing? He surveyed the pack. They did not seem to be interested in the food. This new thing was confusing. He would wait and see what the pack did.

  I noticed that Onyx went and laid down on one of Gran's blankets. Mom had an endless supply of those.

  “What were you up to all this time, pal?”

  Going to the dump, exploring it illegally, finding a dangerous boy-cave so we could hide from the authorities.

  Out loud I said, “Just screwing around, exploring.”

  “That sounds about right,” Mom said, smiling.

  “Sounds like the heat may be abating for the interim, Caleb.”

  Mom looked on with interest but I wondered what Dad meant. Their expressions sometimes stumped me.

  “I think, what Dad's saying is the government may no longer be interested in you.”

  “That's not what interim means,” I said, guessing temporary.

  “You're right, Caleb, I don't have a crystal ball. I don't know that they'll always not be interested. For now, we have a reprieve. But, if they find out you're not a two-point we're back to square one.”

  “We agreed to take one day at a time, Kyle.”

  “I agree, Hun, but let's be prepared for the inevitable.”

  “They'll eventually find out,” I said.

  Mom nodded, Dad said simply, “Yes.”

  Oh well. “What's for dessert?”

  Mom laughed. “Nothing stops the unmovable object.”

  “What...?”

  “Your appetite.” Dad laughed, obviously.

  I didn't understand what was funny. I had to eat all the time, it's just the way it was.

  “So... what's your plan for the weekend?” Mom asked.

  I swallowed a huge mouthful of chocolate pudding. “I'm going to hang with Jade tomorrow night.” I looked up, thinking. “I guess not much Sunday. Oh! The Js and I are gonna explore...”

  “...going to...” Mom corrected.

  “...going to.” Brother, anyway,“Check out this cool, haunted house.”

  That got Dad's full attention, the haunted word.

  Dad stared at me for a second. Mom was doing the fish thing, her mouth opening and closing, gasping for air. I had that effect on my parents sometimes.

  “This is not keeping a low profile, Caleb.”

  “It was Jonesy's idea.” To cover for my friends I added, “but it doesn't mean cemeteries.”

  Not really.

  “Well, that may be; you're awa
re you can control ghosts. Haunting is another issue to contend with.”

  I wasn't sure what the problem was, but I wasn't going to raise zombies so I figured it would be okay.

  “Jonesy has some... interesting ideas,” Mom said.

  She didn't know the half of it.

  “But, he doesn't seem to think things through.”

  Really?

  “Just be careful, Caleb. We trust you. Keep in mind how wrong things went at Scenic with Gran,” Dad said.

  I wouldn't forget that. Licking the spoon clean as I walked the dish over to the sink, I filled it with gray water to let it soak until Mom did dishes.

  Onyx stood, shadowing me as I went to my bedroom. I flopped up on my bed, grabbing one of Mom's old books. It laid on my chest, unopened. Ideas whirled through my head. I needed to think of something for Jade and I to do tomorrow. This girlfriend thing was complicated and school was ending. We were gonna find out where we'd be next year this Monday. I knew we'd be going to KPH, but what about Jonesy? And Brett? I guess Kent Lake. But...what was Alex? After Carson's pyro show, I didn't want any more surprises.

  I cracked open the book, feeling its hefty weight in my hands like a promise spoken, kept and realized.

  CHAPTER 26

  I woke up with something pressing into my rib cage, I pushed it onto the floor where it made a clunking sound. What? I looked at my floor, blurry-eyed, and saw that it was the book, which would normally have been cushioned by the fall with the clothes all over, but we had cleaned for cripe's sake, so now it had fallen like a bomb.

  I lay back, groaning, my hand flung over my eyes. Suddenly, Onyx was there beside my bed his wet nose pressed against my face. A single lick. Gross.

  The Boy seemed sad about something... the Dog restrained himself and gave the Boy a single lick, right after stuffing his nose on his Boy's face, inhaling the fragrant Boy smell. He would wag his tail and the Boy would notice and tell him the Good Word... he was sure.

  I didn't want to hurt Onyx's feelings so I didn't wipe the dog-goo off. “That's a good dog, Onyx,” petting his soft head. That got his tail wagging, echoing on the wood floor. I laughed. “Okay, boy, okay.” and thought, you're a good dog.

  The Boy had put the word-smells in his head and it sounded like the Good Word. The Dog wagged.

  If Onyx wagged any harder it would take his butt off.

  I swung my legs around and put them on the cold floor. Geez, maybe I needed a rug. Onyx stood, wagging. I searched the floor for something to wear. Looking around, I realized a crucial fact: being organized meant I couldn't find anything. Finally, in a drawer, I found one pair of clean socks. Eureka! I sighed, looking at the dirty clothes, which were now actually in the dirty clothes hamper (John's fault). I sorted through the thing, silently thanking Mom for not getting me anything white anymore, sorting colors was for fools. I mounded a huge pile of dirty clothes in my arms, Onyx rushing ahead. I stumbled down the steps, looking around the mound in my arms to keep my footing.

  “What are you doing... oh! Laundry? Miracles never cease,” Mom exclaimed with mucho sarcasm. “Don't forget to take Onyx out.”

  Like he'd let me. I glanced at Onyx patiently waiting by the back door.

  I heaved the whole bundle on the laundry room floor and opened the wash basin. Getting soap, I threw what I thought was the correct amount in. Who knew? I couldn't remember between washings.

  Mom rounded the corner. “Did you remember how much soap to put in?”

  Busted.

  “Ah... I put in this much.” I made a space about two inches wide with my index and thumb apart.

  “No! You're going to wash the world, honey, scoop some out.”

  Geez.

  “Okay.”

  I scooped, setting the knob to on.

  Running to the back door, I let Onyx out.

  I watched Onyx running around the “potty area.” It was the lamest name for it in the world. But the lady from the animal shelter (Arlene? Barbara? Whatever) said calling the place where he did his “business” the same name as the shelter used would keep things “consistent” for Onyx. I think he would have taken a growler just about anywhere, being as it was his absolute favorite thing to do. As I thought this he did the old hunch-back, laying a steamer there on the gravel. A prize to be scooped up later, by me, of course.

  Opening the door, Onyx rushed in ahead as I closed it behind me. I could smell the pancakes cooking, Dad was on his pulse-top reading boring news or looking at stocks (a fresh hell of unspeakable proportions). I plopped down in my seat, whipping my pulse out to say good morning to Jade. I pressed my thumb to the pad:

  Initiated: Hey Hotness,-CH

  Hi! grins Whatcha doin'? JLeC

  Just sittin' here waiting for the deelish pancakes! CH.

  Jealous! Are they fruit pancakes? JLeC

  Profanity-block!-no! They're regular.-CH

  What do you have against fruit, it's good for you! JLeC

  That.-CH

  What? That it's good for you? JLeC

  Yeah, laughs.-CH

  Okay resigned. What's the plan? JLeC

  I want to show you the new place.-CH

  Are we being careful here? JLeC

  Always.-CH

  Okay... what time? JLeC

  Say... three o'clock, I'll pick you up.-CH

  Idk, do ya think it's good for you to come to the neighborhood? JLeC

  Yeah. Are there more problems with your dad? CH

  Not atm but he goes off in random rages, he's definitely not predictable.-JLeC

  thinking...doesn't matter, I won't hide.-CH

  I know, that's why you're so special.-JLeC

  You're special too, ya know.-CH

  smiles thank you, see ya later.-JLeC

  See ya.-CH

  “Who's that?” Mom asked, putting a stack of pancakes down in front of me.

  “Jade.”

  “No more pulsing at the table,” Dad said. “What are you guys doing later this evening?” Dad asked, putting his pulse-top down, walking over to the kitchen table.

  Third degree. “Ah...we're just going to walk around and stuff.”

  They looked at each other, parental radar detection system on line.

  Mom started in, “You two are welcome to be here at the house.”

  “I know, we just want to walk around, it's warm now,” I said.

  “Yes, school's out...?” Dad queried.

  “Friday,” Mom said. She was the keeper-of-the-social/house-stuff-in-order goddess.

  “Right,” he did a mondo swallow. “The summer stretches before one, shimmering in its ethereal beauty...”

  Mom and I stared.

  Dad shrugged. “Just waxing poetic.”

  “Well... don't, Dad.”

  Mom burst out laughing, batting her eyelashes.

  Dad smiled back.

  Geez.

  I stood up, giving Onyx a secret wad of pancake.

  The Boy handed the Dog some wonderful food stuff, full-of-life and not the dead food that he was accustomed to eating from the building-full-of-dogs. It was because he was a Good Dog. The Boy's word-smells filled his head and the Dog was happy and wagged his tail.

  Onyx did a subtle wolf-down of the pancake and wagged his tail. He was a great dog. Dad caught the whole food thing and gave me the look that Mom should NOT find out. I nodded. Mom turned around and saw my plate in my hands, the milk cup with my used fork inside.

  “Use the gray water,” Mom said.

  “I know.” Like I'd forget that.

  “Just a reminder.”

  I headed for the bathroom to complete the shower hassle. Although, I had gotten used to being clean and didn't like the grimy feel anymore. Not that I would admit that to the Js or anything. Dudes on hygiene... no.

  I stepped out of the shower, did a swish over the mirror, closely examining my face. Jade would be up-close-and-personal. No zits, check, no unsightly man-hair on the face, check, hair in face... check. Wait a sec, I leaned in,
critically looking at my hair. I needed a haircut.

  I exited the bathroom telling Mom the dreaded words: “I need a haircut.”

  “I'll give you a buzz, son,” Dad volunteered. Ya see, that was what I was afraid of.

  “Okay. Can you not make me look like a retarded nerd?”

  “Caleb...” Mom started.

  “That's an oxymoron, it's not technically a put-down,” I said cleverly, using yet another vocab word.

  Dad tried not to grin and failed.

  “I guess I'll give you that, but you understand I loathe the whole retard talk. I thought we had moved past that.”

  “Apparently not!” Dad howled, slapping his leg.

  “Okay... not funny! You goons do the male bonding thing,” Mom huffed out of the room.

  “Nice Dad.”

  “Once in awhile I have a moment of clarity,” he said, all teeth. “I'll have to sweet talk her later.”

  The buzz lasted for what seemed like forever. Dad said he needed to “taper” it for styling. I just itched and my feet got hot.

  “What about the little hairs getting all over and inside your clothes?” she asked, moving back into the room and surveying the pile of hair growing on the floor.

  I shrugged. I'd get through it somehow. Didn't want to repeat the whole shower routine.

  “Done!” Dad exclaimed.

  I got up, brushing hair off, looking at the “creature” on the floor. Onyx went over to the pile and gave it a sniff, whimpering.

  The Dog smelled the Boy, who was standing and a part of the Boy was also on the floor. It was confusing for the Dog. Was the Boy hurt? The Dog looked up at the Boy, the rest of the pack seemed untroubled by the pile of Boy-smelling stuff on the floor. The Dog backed away.

  “It's okay, Onyx,” I said, toeing the pile.

  “Let me get a broom, don't move that, it'll get all over the house!”

  Dad looked after mom running to get cleaning stuff, “Go check it out in the mirror.”

  I looked bald. I hoped Jade liked short hair. It made me look older and taller. That couldn't be all bad. I hated hair cuts. The top of my head felt like a million soft needles, poking my palm.