The Invaders | Page 6

Dark Valley was taking on life and freshness. Fact. The South Fork,
and portions of the North Fork, seemed to be losing fertility. Fact. But
to conclude from this that Dark Valley was gaining at the expense of
the others--that was the road no reasonable man could allow himself to
take.
From his window, he saw the huge old trees that shaded Wide Bend.
They looked suddenly wrong. Weren't they less green, less thick than
before? The buildings and streets looked dingier, too. And when did all

those broken fences, cracked windows, missing shingles show up...?
Jerry lunged from his chair and strode up and down the room. Then the
telephone bell tore through his nerves. He grabbed the instrument.
"Watson. I just wanted to tell you, two boys have been reported
missin'."
"No!"
"The Simmons kids. But they've run away before. They'll be back."
Jerry's hand went slowly down. The sheriff's voice echoed hollowly
from the lowered receiver. "Well, won't they?"
* * * * *
It was after midnight when the doorbell rang. It didn't wake Jerry--he
was sitting in bed, staring into the darkness. There was a pile of books
beside him; he knocked them over getting up to answer the door.
Mike Carver stumbled in. He dropped into a chair, panting. Jerry went
for a bottle and glass. Carver gulped the drink, then held the tumbler
out for another.
"I run all the way down the ridge," he gasped, "till I catched a ride. I
figgered you ought to know what happened. It got my brother Ed."
Jerry's lean face hardened.
"Yeah. It was prowlin' around. We went after it, an' shot it."
"But you said ..."
"I said it killed Ed." The old lips tightened. "We gave it one slug
through the heart and one through the head. They didn't even slow it
down."
"You mean," Jerry asked carefully, "that they didn't have any effect at

all?"
Mike nodded. He tipped the glass, wiped his ragged sleeve across his
face, and rose.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the cabin."
"Mike, you can't go there!"
"That's where my brother's body is."
"Look," Jerry said evenly, "you can't help him now. Stay here with me,
and we'll go up in the morning."
Carver shook his head. "My brother's there at the cabin. I got to set up
with him." There was no arguing against that tone of simple and utter
finality.
"All right. Wait till I get some clothes on, and I'll drive you back."
A few minutes later they passed through Wide Bend's deserted streets
and started out the road to the valley. Carver rolled down his window
and spat tobacco juice. "Feller was up to see us," he said gloomily.
"Told us people was losin' things all over the county--includin' two kids.
Said crops has shrunk. Said water in the forks is way down."
"He's right."
"Said people were gettin' the idea Dark Valley was livin' off the rest of
the land. Feedin' on it, like a parasite. How crazy you think that is?"
* * * * *
Slowly, Jerry said, "I'm not sure it's crazy at all."
Carver brooded. "I shot that thing tonight. Should 'a been dead if a
critter ever was. Then I seen it go after Ed."

"You know what all this means, don't you? Witchcraft. Something
people haven't believed in for hundreds of years."
"Mebbe they better get started again."
They were nearing the divide that overlooked Dark Valley. "Mike, I've
been reading up on it, for hours. Everything I could find. And it fits. It's
been the hardest struggle I ever had--admitting such a thing existed.
But it was either acknowledge that or lose my mind."
The night seemed colder as they started downward. Unaccountably, the
headlights dimmed.
"Somethin' watchin' us," Carver said suddenly, as the car bored on
through the thick and swirling darkness.
Jerry nodded. His hands gripped the wheel until the knuckles were
white. Sweat began to glisten on his forehead.
The headlights picked out a dark spot, that looked like a yawning hole.
Jerry stamped on the brake, skidded slightly. But there was only a
shallow rut, deformed by shadows. He pressed the accelerator ... and
the motor died. Hurriedly, he jabbed the starter button, pumped the gas
pedal. Again he pushed it, and again, as the lights faded from the drain
on the battery.
"What's the matter?" Carver's old voice was thin.
"Flooded, maybe. Better let her sit a minute."
The darkness pressed close around them, shifted and danced. Chill air
moved over their faces.
"Mike."
"Yeah."
"Why didn't that animal come after, you, too?"

Carver breathed heavily for a moment. Then he took something from
his shirt pocket and held it out. Jerry's fingers moved over it. A
crucifix.
"My mother give it to me