By Brian Keene, Nick Mamatas
Featured Artist: Russell Dickerson
April showers carry may perhaps flora. yet because the rain-swollen creeks recede, the citizens of 1 rural city research that April showers additionally carry whatever a ways worse than harmful floods and estate harm. This yr, the April showers have introduced a cryptozoological nightmare... Scratch.
This unique version additionally contains a reprint of Nick Mamatas's insightful interview with the writer, which initially seemed in Cemetery Dance journal.
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The kitchen used to be a scene of mass destruction. The desk and chairs have been overturned, and one of many chairs have been smashed. a stunning old china cupboard lay face down, the wooden splintered. a couple of candles lay scattered. fortunately, they’d long gone out after they toppled over, instead of beginning a fireplace. damaged glass and shards of pottery littered the ground. The tiles have been lined with dust, water, rainy leaves, blades of grass—and blood. now not loads of it, yet adequate that we spotted the droplets amidst the wreckage. My grip at the Taurus tightened. Whose blood used to be it? The thumping sound all started up back, delicate yet insistent. They have been through a wierd crackling sound, like wooden popping in a campfire. The noises have been coming from what I guessed used to be the lounge. We headed in the direction of it, cringing every time a piece of particles crunched underneath our toes. The sounds stopped as without warning as they’d all started. The silence was once unsettling. It wasn’t normal. at the least, we should always have heard Thena, Derrick, or Josie shouting for support. yet there has been not anything. Even the roar of the floodwaters outdoors appeared muted now. My pulse pounded in my ears. after we reached the a long way part of the kitchen, Jeff flicked the sunshine change, yet to no avail. Thena’s electrical energy used to be off, too. The slim hallway that led from the kitchen to the lounge was once darkish. We had a few dim gentle coming throughout the home windows, so we have been nonetheless capable of see. Jeff raised the rifle and began down it. I alongside heavily at the back of him. The pistol shook in my hand. at the wall have been framed images of Thena and the children. They have been smiling. satisfied. Oblivious to what may well occur to them of their own residence. I appeared away and closed my eyes. Our toes made sloshing noises. commencing my eyes back, i peeked down on the carpet and, regardless of the dim gentle, observed that it used to be rainy. As we reached front of the home, I observed why. as well as branching off into the lounge, the hallway additionally resulted in a small lobby on the entrance door. Water streamed in from less than the door, soaking the carpet and the floorboards underneath it. Like our personal apartment and the entire different houses alongside the creek, Thena’s didn’t have a basement. there has been nowhere else for the water to move. We paused on the entrance door. the lounge was once even darker than the hallway. Jeff took a deep breath after which stepped into the room. He stopped so without warning that I ran into him, pushing him extra into the gloom. He scrambled out of how, and that i observed why he’d halted. just like the kitchen, the lounge used to be a catastrophe. The espresso desk lay on its aspect and one leg used to be snapped off. The recliner were knocked over and the couch cushions have been askew. The remnants of a potted plant lay scattered around the carpet. Oddly adequate, the borders of the room appeared smaller than it may were. As my eyes adjusted, i noticed why. The snake was once in there with us, occupying the a ways part of the room. Its tail used to be hidden at the back of the sofa and a part of its center used to be hid by means of the curtains. however the remainder of the creature was once visible—and it used to be bad to behold.