The Doom Of The Hollow - Extra content
The Jumble - Wednesday 18th November, Doomsday
The early nights had settled in and it was already dark when Mason opened the large doors to the church. He left them unlocked as he made his way across the vestibule and switched on the lights. The interior of the church illuminated and it was as if that was the cue for the scent of Mrs Bowman’s flowers to radiate their scent. He smiled at how beautiful the church would look for tomorrow’s three baptisms and walked to the side room in the rear vestibule to collect a handful of prayer sheets for the evening’s prayer, stitch and chat. After picking up a dozen sheets, which he knew would be far more than he would need, he checked the harvest festival leftovers which were missing a tin of steak in gravy and a tin of chopped tomatoes. His thoughts went to Mrs Bowman, shook his head and laughed at the thought of the pilfering old biddy.
“I’ll have to keep a closer eye on that one.”
His laughter soon turned to despondency as his eyes noticed the only CD Mrs Bowman had left. He picked it up and opened the case.
“Slade’s greatest hits? What does she mean no one wanted to buy this?” Placing the case on top of the player he noticed a second CD case next to a couple of tins of sweet-corn and thought once again of the light fingered old dear. He picked up the case and sighed with relief at the familiar picture of church bells on the cover, but his relief was short lived at the empty case stared back at him.
“Where in God’s name?” Mason quickly looked around the small room without success.
He wondered how he was going to get a CD of church bells by Sunday when a deep moaning entered the air. It was feint, like the hum of a distant generator, but his heart jumped at the ever increasing number of screams that accompanied it. Who’s screaming? What the hell is that noise? Mason closed the CD and put it on top of the compact disc player next to Slade’s greatest hits. It was then he heard the opening of the main doors echo around the vast expanse of the building.
“Hello?” Mason stepped towards the door of the rear vestibule. He suspected it was one of the three stooges. “Mrs Bowman, is that you?”
No one answered, only the low drone and the distant screams filled the church.
“Mrs Grabble?”
Mason stepped out into the nave and started to walk behind the rows of pews.
“Mrs Snodbury, are you there?”
He took a couple more steps until he reached the stone font that was the centre piece of the small baptistery at the rear of the building. Then he heard it, a voice, soft and dull, like a child’s voice slowed to almost a slur.
“Conventaroo, conventaroo.”
Mason whispered under his breath, “What the hell is going on?”
“Conventaroo, conventaroo.”
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