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.'Here we go.'He began.His voice filled the empty laundry with spectral echoes.'Turnest not though aside to idols, nor makemolten gods for yourself.I am the Lord thy God.and the land will vomit you out for having defiled it, as itvomited out nations before you.' Jackson looked up, his face strained, and pointed.' The words fell like stonesinto a silence that had suddenly become filled with a creeping, tomblike cold.The mangler remained still andsilent under the flourescents, and to Hunton it still seemed to grin.Hunton sprinkled holy water across the feeder belt.There was a sudden, gnashing scream of tortured metal.Smoke rose from the canvas belts where the holy waterhad touched and took on writhing, red-tinged shapes.The mangler suddenly jerked into life.We've got it!' Jackson cried above the rising clamour.'It's on the run!'file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.ing%20-%20Night%20Shift%20-%20The%20Mangler.html (15 of 18)7/28/2005 9:03:38 PM THE MANGLERHe began to read again, his voice rising over the sound of the machinery.He pointed to Hunton again, andHunton sprinkled some of the host.As he did so he was suddenly swept with a bone-freezing terror, a suddenvivid feeling that it has gone wrong, that the machine had called their bluff - and was the stronger.Jackson's voice was still rising, approaching climax.Sparks began to jump across the arc between the main motor and the secondary; the smell of ozone filled the air,like the copper smell of hot blood.Now the main motor was smoking; the mangler was running at an insane,blurred speed; a finger touched to the central belt would have caused the whole body to be hauled in and turnedto a bloody rag in the space of five seconds.The concrete beneath their feet trembled and thrummed.A main bearing blew with a searing flash of purple light, filling the chill air with the smell of thunderstorms, andstill the mangler ran, faster and faster, belts and rollers and cogs moving at a speed that made them seem to blendand merge, change, melt, transmute -Hunton, who had been standing almost hypnotized, suddenly took a stepbackwards.'Get away!' he screamed over the blaring racket.'We've almost got it!' Jackson yelled back.'Why -'There was a sudden indescribable ripping noise and a fissure in the concrete floor suddenly raced towards themand past, widening.Chips of ancient cement flew up in a starburst.Jackson looked at the mangler and screamed.It was trying to pull itself out of the concrete, like a dinosaur trying to escape a tar pit.And it wasn't precisely anironer any more.It was still changing, melting.The 550-volt cable fell, spitting blue fire, into the rollers and waschewed away.For a moment two fireballs glared at them like lambent eyes, eyes filled with a great and coldhunger.Another fault line tore open.The mangler leaned towards them, within an ace of being free of the concretemoorings that held it.It leered at them; the safety bar had slammed up and what Hunton saw was a gaping,hungry mouth filled with steam.They turned to run and another fissure opened at their feet.Behind them, a great screaming roar as the thing camefree.Hunton leaped over, but Jackson stumbled and fell sprawling.Hunton turned to help and a huge, amorphous shadow fell over him, blocking the fluorescents.It stood over Jackson, who lay on his back, staring up in a silent rictus of terror - the perfect sacrifice.Hunton hadonly a confused impression of something black and moving that bulked to a tremendous height above them both,something with glaring electric eyes the size of footballs, an open mouth with a moving canvas tongue.He ran: Jackson's dying scream followed him.When Roger Martin finally got out of bed to answer the doorbell, he was still only a third awake; but whenfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.ing%20-%20Night%20Shift%20-%20The%20Mangler.html (16 of 18)7/28/2005 9:03:38 PM THE MANGLERHunton reeled in, shock slapped him fully into the world with a rough hand.Hunton's eyes bulged madly from his head, and his hands were claws as he scratched at the front of Martin'srobe.There was a small oozing cut on his cheek and his face was splashed with dirty grey specks of powderedcement.His hair had gone dead white.'Help me.for Jesus' sake, help me.Mark is dead.Jackson is dead.''Slow down,' Martin said.'Come in the living room.'Hunton followed him, making a thick whining noise in this throat, like a dog.Martin poured him a two-ounce knock of Jim Beam and Hunton held the glass in both hands, downing the rawliquor in a choked gulp [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.'Here we go.'He began.His voice filled the empty laundry with spectral echoes.'Turnest not though aside to idols, nor makemolten gods for yourself.I am the Lord thy God.and the land will vomit you out for having defiled it, as itvomited out nations before you.' Jackson looked up, his face strained, and pointed.' The words fell like stonesinto a silence that had suddenly become filled with a creeping, tomblike cold.The mangler remained still andsilent under the flourescents, and to Hunton it still seemed to grin.Hunton sprinkled holy water across the feeder belt.There was a sudden, gnashing scream of tortured metal.Smoke rose from the canvas belts where the holy waterhad touched and took on writhing, red-tinged shapes.The mangler suddenly jerked into life.We've got it!' Jackson cried above the rising clamour.'It's on the run!'file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.ing%20-%20Night%20Shift%20-%20The%20Mangler.html (15 of 18)7/28/2005 9:03:38 PM THE MANGLERHe began to read again, his voice rising over the sound of the machinery.He pointed to Hunton again, andHunton sprinkled some of the host.As he did so he was suddenly swept with a bone-freezing terror, a suddenvivid feeling that it has gone wrong, that the machine had called their bluff - and was the stronger.Jackson's voice was still rising, approaching climax.Sparks began to jump across the arc between the main motor and the secondary; the smell of ozone filled the air,like the copper smell of hot blood.Now the main motor was smoking; the mangler was running at an insane,blurred speed; a finger touched to the central belt would have caused the whole body to be hauled in and turnedto a bloody rag in the space of five seconds.The concrete beneath their feet trembled and thrummed.A main bearing blew with a searing flash of purple light, filling the chill air with the smell of thunderstorms, andstill the mangler ran, faster and faster, belts and rollers and cogs moving at a speed that made them seem to blendand merge, change, melt, transmute -Hunton, who had been standing almost hypnotized, suddenly took a stepbackwards.'Get away!' he screamed over the blaring racket.'We've almost got it!' Jackson yelled back.'Why -'There was a sudden indescribable ripping noise and a fissure in the concrete floor suddenly raced towards themand past, widening.Chips of ancient cement flew up in a starburst.Jackson looked at the mangler and screamed.It was trying to pull itself out of the concrete, like a dinosaur trying to escape a tar pit.And it wasn't precisely anironer any more.It was still changing, melting.The 550-volt cable fell, spitting blue fire, into the rollers and waschewed away.For a moment two fireballs glared at them like lambent eyes, eyes filled with a great and coldhunger.Another fault line tore open.The mangler leaned towards them, within an ace of being free of the concretemoorings that held it.It leered at them; the safety bar had slammed up and what Hunton saw was a gaping,hungry mouth filled with steam.They turned to run and another fissure opened at their feet.Behind them, a great screaming roar as the thing camefree.Hunton leaped over, but Jackson stumbled and fell sprawling.Hunton turned to help and a huge, amorphous shadow fell over him, blocking the fluorescents.It stood over Jackson, who lay on his back, staring up in a silent rictus of terror - the perfect sacrifice.Hunton hadonly a confused impression of something black and moving that bulked to a tremendous height above them both,something with glaring electric eyes the size of footballs, an open mouth with a moving canvas tongue.He ran: Jackson's dying scream followed him.When Roger Martin finally got out of bed to answer the doorbell, he was still only a third awake; but whenfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste.ing%20-%20Night%20Shift%20-%20The%20Mangler.html (16 of 18)7/28/2005 9:03:38 PM THE MANGLERHunton reeled in, shock slapped him fully into the world with a rough hand.Hunton's eyes bulged madly from his head, and his hands were claws as he scratched at the front of Martin'srobe.There was a small oozing cut on his cheek and his face was splashed with dirty grey specks of powderedcement.His hair had gone dead white.'Help me.for Jesus' sake, help me.Mark is dead.Jackson is dead.''Slow down,' Martin said.'Come in the living room.'Hunton followed him, making a thick whining noise in this throat, like a dog.Martin poured him a two-ounce knock of Jim Beam and Hunton held the glass in both hands, downing the rawliquor in a choked gulp [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]