Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #17 August 2015 | Page 19

“You okay?”Donny asked, hand on Jessica’s
shoulder.

shattered into innumerable ethereal pieces, Jessica
was aware of something huge and black lurking in
the shadows of the universe underlying the material
world. A single baleful yellow eye fixed on her. In her
last moment of existence, she knew that truth; that
there were no ghosts, no spectral entities, just this
endless blackness. With a final infinite scream her soul
was pulled apart.

She tried to say, “No, there’s something in my
head with me.” Instead, she said, “I’m okay. I just got
the wind knocked out of me. Is this it?”

“Yeah,” he said looking around. Not seeing
anything suspicious he said, “You might have got hit
by a random telekinetic event. They happen sometimes near a nexus. Anyway, you’ll want to see this.”

Jessica could feel her willpower being chipped
away by the glacial presence. It moved in what seems
like eternities, an arctic vastness that crushed her spirit
beneath its terrible weight.

She watched as the soldiers set up the clearing
charge. It was a meter-long metal cylinder in a black
nylon bag.

“That’s the charge?” the presence
inside Jessica asked.

“Hey, how are you doing? You look a little out
of it,” Stewart said. She looked pale to him and was
staring blankly ahead.

The thing that wore Jessica like a dress of flesh
and bone that didn’t fit quite right regarded the man. A
million scenes of torture and mutilation played across
a mind old and abyssal. But, the thing knew that that
could wa