13 TALES OF SHEER TERROR
Table of Contents
1 - THE CHILDREN OF NOAH
2 - LEMMINGS
3 - THE SPLENDID SOURCE
4 - LONG DISTANCE CALL
5 - MANTAGE
6 - ONE FOR THE BOOKS
7 - THE HOLIDAY MAN
8 - DANCE OF THE DEAD
9 - LEGION OF PLOTTERS
10 - THE EDGE
11 - THE CREEPING TERROR
12 - DEATH SHIP
13 - THE DISTRIBUTOR
1 - THE CHILDREN OF NOAH
It was just past three a.m. when Mr Ketchum drove past the sign that read Zachry: pop. 67. He groaned. Another in an endless string of Maine seaside towns. He closed his eyes hard a second, then opened them again and pressed down on the accelerator. The Ford surged forward under him. Maybe, with luck, he'd reach a decent motel soon. It certainly wasn't likely there'd be one in Zachry: pop. 67.
Mr Ketchum shifted his heavy frame on the seat and stretched his legs. It had been a sour vacation. Motoring through New England's historic beauty, communing with nature and nostalgia was what he'd planned. Instead, he'd found only boredom, exhaustion and over-expense.
Mr Ketchum was not pleased.
The town seemed fast asleep as he drove along its Main Street. The only sound was that of the car's engine, the only sight that of his raised head beams splaying out ahead, lighting up another sign. Speed 15 Limit.
'Sure, sure,' he muttered disgustedly, pressing down on the gas pedal. Three o'clock in the morning and the town fathers expected him to creep through their lousy hamlet. Mr Ketchum watched the dark buildings rush past his window.
Goodbye Zachry, he thought. Farewell, pop. 67.
Then the other car appeared in the rear-view mirror. About half a block behind, a sedan with a turning red spotlight on its roof. He knew what kind of car it was. His foot curled off the accelerator and he felt his heartbeat quicken. Was it possible they hadn't noticed how fast he was going?
The question was answered as the dark car pulled up to the Ford and a man in a big hat leaned out of the front window. Pull over!' he barked.
Swallowing dryly, Mr Ketchum eased his car over to the kerb. He drew up the emergency brake, turned the ignition key and the car was still. The police car nosed in towards the kerb and stopped. The right front door opened.
The glare of Mr Ketchum's headlights outlined the dark figure approaching. He felt around quickly with his left fo...
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