Title: Atavus Falls
ISBN: 978-1-62420-263-6
Author: Jack J. Carroll
Email: jacksonjcarroll@gmail.com
Genre: Horror/Thriller
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TAGLINE
Lurking in the woods of Atavus Falls is the product of a
deranged sociological experiment, a creature more than human…and less than
animal.
BLURB
When fourteen year-old
Jackson's life is uprooted, he finds his new hometown, idyllic Atavus Falls,
under attack. The locals choose to call the threat a rabid bear or mountain
lion, but as the killer closes in on Jackson and his family, it comes to light
that their monster is actually the product of a sociological experiment gone
wrong, an experiment whereupon an unhinged psychologist raised a feral child, a
child completely deprived of all human contact, in order to prove that language
is a contagion, a virus infecting us all.
The fates of Jackson and the
monster prove to be entwined at the rootmost level, and Atavus Falls soon
shows us that sometimes a monster lives in the soul of a child and sometimes
humanity can be seen reflected in the eyes of a monster.
EXCERPT
He tried to read it out
loud: "Fall – out – shel – ter." He turned to me, "Fallout
Shelter?"
"It's like a hideout,
I think."
"A hideout?" he
asked. "Like what kind a hideout? We have a hideout?"
I could already see he was
getting excited. I tried to downplay it.
"I guess we do,"
I said.
"Wow."
So of course it wasn't long
until we opened the door to see what was inside. The lights in there didn't
work either, of course. We started walking down this creepy corridor toward
another door at the end. I was telling him more about that story Dad had read
to me. Now it was like it was making him feel less afraid than more afraid.
Funny how things work like that. Like something a little scary that's a story
can be a distraction from something that's really scary in real life.
"It's a story about a man brings one of his enemies down to a cellar to
show him a big barrel of wine," I said.
"Why?"
"That's where he keeps
it and people who like wine, really like wine. Especially Amontinallo."
"Why?" he asked.
"It's the best kind of
wine," I said.
He always asked the dumbest
questions.
The door at the end of that
concrete hallway had a little hatch in it, like a small doggie door. We went
inside and dust came up in clouds in our lights and we choked on it. There were
spider webs everywhere and these giant cricket-like bugs that jumped up at us,
higher than my head some of them. They made Freddy shriek. I didn't like them
either. After awhile, they sort of settled into the corners and edges of that
little hallway, and when Freddy calmed down, I said, "You wanna go back?
It's all right to wanna go back."
He was trying to pretend to
be brave so he said, "No. I always wanted to see what a hideout was like
anyway."
"Okay, I guess."
"Are you afraid?" he asked. "Do you wanna go back?"
I told him it didn't matter
to me one way or another. It's just a room like any other room. It didn't
really bother me, creepy places like that. That was the truth.
Just like that we went in,
and it's like he almost forgot about the creepiness of the place altogether. It
felt so far away from even the new house we were just in, which was creepy to
begin with, and like maybe a thousand miles from our old house. He just started
wandering around, and the room was pretty much empty except for the rats that
ran into little holes in the corners of the walls when my light touched them. I
didn't tell Freddy about them. He'd probably want to play with them or
something. I saw dark stains on the floor that looked like maybe dried blood. I
knew better, and told myself so. Probably paint. There was a big hole cut into
the ground and that's where the terrible smell was coming from. Other than that
there were just these two giant pillars. I guess they were holding the ceiling
up. The air was even worse in there than it was in the other room. I could
hardly breathe.
"But there was no
Amontinallo," I said. "No wine." I circled around one of the
pillars.
"There wasn't? 'Cause
it was stolen?"
"No. 'Cause there
never was any," I said. "The guy lied about the wine so he could
bring this other guy down into that creepy basement."
"Basement,"
Freddy repeated.
"And when he got him
down there in that basement, know what he did?"
I came from behind the
pillar and put up the flashlight up to my face like the old horror movies and
said, "He built a wall around him and left him down there forever and ever
until he was just bones."
He pushed the flashlight
away from my face and said, "That's a scary story."
"Yeah. Pretty
scary," I said. "Now you happy? You saw the big secret hideout. The
fallout shelter. Now let's get out of here and go unpack our stuff."
"Another door!"
he yelled pointing.
And yup, there was another
one in the very back of the room. How many doors and hallways could there be? I
imagined there were maybe a thousand creepy rooms all connecting into one
another, like some underground ant farm. This one was latched shut, but it
wasn't locked either. It looked like some of the wall next to it was patched in
with concrete at some point. It was uneven.
I unlatched the door and
there was another hallway. Except this one was much shorter. At the end of it,
I saw metal steps, rungs, in the cement that led up to what I figured was a
hatch to the outside. I could see a little light coming down, these thin shafts
of light, through the cracks in the door in the ceiling.
"Must go to
outside," I said. "Like a secret exit."
"Cool."
All of a sudden, one of the
thin shafts of light got bigger, like it was just waiting for us to get there
all this time. It got brighter with the daylight from outside flooding in, and
my eyes were whited-out hot and I was scared, okay I admit it, and I thought
what the hell could it be, and it was hard to believe that it was happening at
all, like it was unreal or a dream or more like a nightmare when you feel
paralyzed forever and can't move even though something is chasing you and
getting closer.
I couldn't move for a
second. We couldn't budge, either of us, like something froze us to the spot so
we'd see whatever the hell was opening the door right there in front of us, and
then something, I couldn't believe it, dropped down from up there and into this
corridor where we were standing. I felt like I was choking on something.
Whatever it was, I only saw it for a second 'cause Freddy screamed and I looked
at him and when I looked back, it was close to the ground, already in shadow
'cause the hatch fell back down and blotted everything out. It looked at us
from the darkness with green lights in its eyes like a cat's, and it made a
horrible noise, like something I had never heard before in my life.
We turned and ran back into
the fallout shelter. I shut the door as fast as I could and I tried to lock it
behind me, but for a second I didn't think I could do it because of my hands
not working right, but I finally got it to latch, and I started to run.
I saw Freddy collapse onto
the ground crying and shivering, and I heard the thing on the other side of the
door clawing, trying to get in, and I thought it might since there was no lock.
It didn't matter if it did. I had to get Freddy. I turned back and felt my
heart explode, like standing close to fireworks. I yanked Freddy up and forced
him to run, and we ran and ran and closed every door until we were up again in
the kitchen hardly able to breathe at all.
Freddy was holding onto me,
saying over and over again, "What is it What is it What is it," but I
didn't know what it was so I didn't say anything.
One thing I do know is that
it was no animal like that cop said when my mother reported it 'cause I could
see its skin was like mine, or anyone else's, except dirty and stained, but
that it was something else, too.
I pushed the kitchen table
against the door and we went and hid in my room until she came home. Freddy
told her the whole story, but she didn't believe it at all, not a single word,
until I yelled at her that it was the truth, goddamn it.
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